High School. A friend's house. Sitting on the couch, I go to
hug one of my guy friends. . .and end up toppling over and landing on the
floor. On top of him. Awk-ward.
Poor guy probably thought I had a thing for him. But it was
an honest mishap of equilibrium and balance. Given my doltish frame, it's kind
of amazing I don’t fall over more often.
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