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I walked into the malt shop not surprised to find it pretty empty. It was early evening and things wouldn’t really pick up until later, after the drive-in let out. Despite driving what I thought was a pretty cool van, I didn’t have a date that night so I figured I’d check out the malt shop to see if there were any other losers like me. I was surprised to see a familiar, if dejected-looking, face in a booth near the back. As my heart went pitter-pat, I debated whether to approach her, maybe offer an ear or, better yet, a shoulder, if she needed one. I hesitated only because I didn’t want to bother her if she wanted to be alone. Then I realized that if she had wanted to be alone, she wouldn’t be at the malt shop. 

She didn’t look up as I approached, but I was relieved that she smiled up at me when I said “Hello.” I’d known Velma all through high school; we were almost always in the same classes. I’d had a crush on her for a pretty long time, too; she was so smart and funny and sweet and her body…oh my God! Facially, maybe she was nothing special, sort of plain, and she was actually kind of nerdy, not unlike me. I don’t know how many stories I’d heard about her losing her glasses. But I honestly don’t know how she didn’t have every guy in school lusting after that body of hers. She always seemed to wear tight sweaters that showed of her incredible rack, and the shortest skirts possible. Oh, how I dreamed of seeing what was under that sweater and under that skirt!

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