He was a boy. At a young age, he was just the thing to give u cooties. I, at the time, actually hated him. He was populair and a boy and he never noticed me. And there are very few people I'll ever hate.
But one dag in the fifth grade, I was in class with him and a few other kids. We were working on a project; er, supposed to be working on a project, rather. Instead, this boy and I were having a "Yo mamma" joke challenge. He won, because, of course he was much meer familiar with that sort of thing.
But something inside of me didn't care about that. I was seeing the REAL Carson Daniel Alsup...
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