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Originally posted by Capo de La Cosa Nostra:
As far as definitions go, my first kiss was when I was in "8th grade", and we were playing in this back lane at my friend's, and there was this older girl. A slut; she fancied me. Somebody grabbed our heads and forced us together; she didn't take much forcing. I did. It lasted thirty seconds, if that. In fact, it was probably less than ten. A tongue poked in, and wrenched out in awkward embarrassment. I never told her it was my first.
that doesn't count as first kiss.

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Originally posted by Capo de La Cosa Nostra:
I've made up for it since. But barely.
now, what about that girl you were kissing in that English park?

I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic. I try to give that to people. I do misrepresent things. I don't tell the truth. I tell what ought to be truth (Blanche/A streetcar named desire)