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You stand in front of the pre-agreed shop window. Your hands are in the pockets of your best coat, the coat you’ve only previously worn for family birthday meals in restaurants, when you’ve been driven there by your dad. This is the first time you’ve worn this coat without your parents being with you and that makes you feel like an adult, but it also makes you feel exposed. You feel exactly what you are: sixteen, dressed up in tights and a pretty skirt – hair that’s taken almost two hours to perfect (and it’s still not right) – cold, in the middle of town, and nervous, waiting for this boy to arrive.