September

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We went on the date.

It was fun.

You kept trying to kiss me.

It was hard to avoid.

But I did it.

You asked me why I didn't want your kisses.

I told you I didn't want cooties.

You laughed and tried again.

But I couldn't let it happen.

It would be bad for me and you.

I had to keep minimal contact.

Kissing wasn't minimal contact.

You still tried a couple times later.

So I left.

I had to before it was too late.

Before you actually succeeded.

You got mad that I left so suddenly.

But felt better the next day.

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