The second part is easy too. I got my first kiss my sophomore year of high school from a guy named Adam. He went to my church, and I was star-struck when I met him. (I really hope he doesn't read this post.) He drove a Camaro and he drove me home after spending the afternoon at his house. We stopped in the cul-de-sac a the end of my street, and he kissed me. Nothing fancy. I didn't expect it, but it was awesome. So, how's that for a precher's daughter? Getting kissed in a Camaro from the "bad boy" of the youth group.
There you have it.
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