When (confession) you went for the fro-yo with the Wednesday night girls, and then went back the following after-the-packing night, but the young one who is dear to you and with whom you have a walking date on a beautiful evening after at-least-nine-months of no-catching-up texts to ask how you feel about some sweetness for your walk and you shrug your shoulders and text back "Yes, I think it's necessary."
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