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May 26, 2010
In primary school, my best friend and I used to make up little crushes for ourselves so we could feel grown up. Often they were the same boys: we had four at once at one point.

The first time I really went a little crazy over a boy was in year five with a boy called Joe. I remember gabbling on about him in a pub to my family, before sighing and collapsing in a heap. I got put next to him in maths, and was disappointed when I found out that up close I didn't really like him anymore.