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She was fifteen, lying on a dock and looking at the stars with a boy. They had spent their summers together since they were little. They only knew each other in the context of the lake. He was four years older. It was a cold night in August and both of them were shivering. Neither of them wanted to say goodnight, though, so ______ tucked herself into the boy, under his arm. Her long legs gently entwined themselves with his, and her face moved closer and closer to his until there was nothing left to do but kiss him. No other option. And she wanted to. And he didn’t know what happened… and he didn’t care. If the dock had flipped and both of them drowned he wouldn’t have cared. _______’s hair draped her eyes. She tilted her head back and smiled a shy smile. And the boy said, what did I do to deserve that?