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First Kisses Robby Van Arsdale
I laughed, and tipped the canoe into the water. We both fell in. Everybody in the party began swarming the craft, trying to get it upright. We surfaced underneath the overturned hull—alone in a crowd. I grabbed a gunnel. She grabbed a thwart. We floated for a second. Our legs twisted together, underwater. It was our first kiss, under that canoe. I’ve never beaten it. I wonder if she has.
