Young love is an extraordinary thing.
She held the picnic basket, full of fresh-baked bread just for him. He carried two pieces of cardboard.
It was her favourite spot. It was his first time.
They sat on one piece each at the top of the grassy slope.
‘Johnny, the picnic spot’s just at that first rock. So don’t go sliding all the way down the-’
They probably should’ve discussed it earlier.
By the time Johnny made it back up he was sweaty, red-faced and significantly less attractive. She noticed her bread had gone stale.
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