He was awkward, legs too long, feet too big. He bumped into everything in his path and ate without cease. He would grow through it into a man in a few years, but now he was my ungainly teen. He had a bad case of puppy love over the boy next door. Well, I told myself it was puppy love. I also told myself to be ready to accept the truth if it wasn’t just a teen phase. My internal dialog . . .
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