saturday december 12th
Midnight

Mark wanted to slow dance. I knew because he grabbed me and pulled me up against him. He was all lumpy, if you know what I mean, and had his mouth against my neck. It was even more difficult dancing with him that it was holding hands. I had to sort of bend my knees and sag a bit in order to "fit in". At one stage I found myself looking straight at Robbie. He looked so cool. Oh bloody sacre bleu. Even though I hate him and he is a pompous pratboy, I think I may love him.

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