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stupid, or was something stupid. I
stumbled a lot. Stumbling made
me nervous, which made me
stumble more.
To make matters worse, in
junior high, the girls had developed
more than we boys had. They
were, on average, about four
inches taller than we were, and
they were about six years more
mature. At least, they thought they
were. The last thing they wanted
to do was to dance with the
“immature” boys their own age.
To be honest, with their
attitudes about us, we weren’t all
that fond of dancing with them,
either. Of course, in seventh
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