Yesterday. I was in seminary and we switched seats, but I just kept my backpack where it was. So, when class was almost finished I went over to retrieve it. I reached down, and somehow missed my backpack and squeezed dear old Xander's knee. By squeezed I mean squeezed, not just grazed...squeezed. So, I stop, look up at Xander, and we both just start histarically laughing while I am rapidly apologizing. This is an example of what is hilarious with a touch of awkward.
Moving on-Prom dress. Does anyone have any suggestions?
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