First Love.

The boat rocked.  She squealed and grabbed his arm.  His laughter rocked the boat more, and she squealed more, lunging to grab his waist.  “Don’t!”  She laughed.  But the boat was already rocking.  It rocked with happiness and of that thing called first love.  It crept on them, so when it capsized, they both laughed.

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