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Remember that feeling that you had when you looked across the dance floor at your high school sock hop and that cute girl or guy in whom you'd been interested catches you staring? How he or she stopped talking to his or her other sycophants just long enough to give you a smile. Do you recall how you felt when you realized that, although that person was everything you could possibly want in another human being, you fell far short of his or her expectations? Instead, the object of your desire was going pass you by for someone who had a shitty soul, but was slightly better at sports, or had developed breasts a little earlier than you did. 

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