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| When I was in primary school there was a girl called Nicola who was in the years above me that happened to think that I was cute. If I was lucky, during some lunchtimes she and her friend would play kiss chase with me and I'd always desperate for her to catch me. Sometimes if I was really lucky she did. I'd go to sleep at nights fantasising about being her captive, tied down to a table at the top of a tower. I think things have been set in stone ever since.
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