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    TAGS: kissing, rain, romance, school

Time was, if a young man walked me all the way from class to my car, in the spring rain, and he gradually shifted the conversation from the course of study to the way I make him feel slightly off-balance and mystified, that young man was looking for a kiss - and he’d usually get one.