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Boys

X: You make out with any boys while you were in D.R.?

C: Girl, stop. Always talking about some boys.

X: Well if you didn’t kiss nobody, why you all red in the face?

C: Xiomara, you know I didn’t kiss no boy.

Just like I know you didn’t.

X: Don’t look at me like that. I’m not proud of the fact

that I still ain’t kiss nobody. It’s a damn shame, we’re almost

sixteen.

C: Don’t say damn, Xiomara. And don’t roll your eyes at me

either. You won’t even be sixteen until January.

X: I’m just saying, I’m ready to stop being a nun. Kiss a boy,

shoot, I’m ready to creep with him behind a stairwell and let him feel me up.

C: Oh God, girl. I really just can’t with you.

Here, here’s the Book of Ruth. Learn yourself some virtue.

X: Tsk, tsk. You gonna talk about this in a church,

then take his name in vain. Ouch!

C: Keep talking mess. I’m going to do more than pinch you.

I don’t know why I missed you.

X: Maybe because I make you laugh more than your

stuffy-ass church mission friends?

C: I can’t with you. Now, stop worrying about kissing and boys.

I’m sure you’ll figure it out.