I would toss my hair, as it got in my face, as I sat at my desk, quietly in the classroom where fellow students would glance at me from time to time.
One handsome boy would look at me every once in awhile. He would smile. And so would I.
Then one day, that boy tossed his hair my way, with a glance and a sigh, as if to say, "here I am and so am I..."
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