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Harold Hambledon and a bit of wrestling
He lay sprawled out on his back, propped up on his elbows and wishing he could crawl under the rug to escape her. She was sitting quietly somewhere above him, next to him- he dared not look. He studied his shirt buttons. They’re so shiny. Funny how you never notice these things until you are about to scare away the only girl you’ve ever had real feelings for.
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