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The Crush

That morning, Leah told me that she had a crush on a boy. I was still half asleep as she sat on the edge of the bed and slowly slipped on her bra. I watched as she fumbled a bit with the tiny bent clasps. There was a clumsy girlish charm to her, lazy and pouty and...