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It was a summer day. I was dressed in black and wearing dirty converse shoes.

J yelled at me “Are you a punk girl? a rock girl? let’s meet each other!” I laughed at this particular way of introducing himself and once he had seen me laughing he came closer.

He was cute, the cutest guy I had ever laid eyes on. Dark hair, dark eyes and a stare to melt every girl in town. We talked about music, and after talking for hours he asked my number. I was reluctant but at the end I gave it to him and then I went home.

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