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picture, panicky butterflies began prancing around in the pit of my belly. Feeling paranoid, I immediately called Misalo to make sure that he got them.
    â€œHello,” he answered his phone.
    â€œDid you get them?” I asked fretfully.
    â€œThem? You sent more than one?” He seemed pleased.
    â€œYes, I sent several,” I said as I started gnawing on my fingernails.
    â€œNo, nothing has come through yet.”
    â€œOh, no!” I freaked out, thinking that in my hastiness I had forwarded the pictures to someone else. Just as I was about to take a look at my sent file I heard Misalo say, “Hang on, something just came through.” There was a brief period of silence before I heard him say. “You’re not naked.”
    â€œNo, but I’m close enough to being naked,” I said defensively. “What, you don’t like them?”
    â€œNo, they’re cool. I feel like I’m looking at an underwear model though.” Misalo chuckled.
    â€œThat was the idea,” I said, feeling very self-conscious. “Don’t you like the color of my underwear? You know pink is my favorite color.”
    â€œI wasn’t paying attention to the color of your underwear. I’m more focused on your hot body,” he admitted.
    â€œOkay, now you’re starting to sound sort of like a pervert. Is this what I have to look forward to when we get old together? Are you going to become a dirty old man who likes looking at magazines filled with women modeling underwear?” I asked because I really did want to know.
    â€œWho knows what I’ll be like as an old man, but one thing is for sure. I’ll never get tired of looking at you.” Misalo made a kissing sound. My heart sort of melted at that point.
    â€œOh, I really like this over-the-shoulder shot. You have sweet-looking buns.” He giggled.
    â€œOkay, time to delete those photos, just as you promised.” I reminded him of his promise to me.
    â€œYou have an awesome body, Maya,” Misalo said as he continued to ogle my photos.
    â€œHello! Delete them, Misalo!” I said with more authority.
    â€œOkay, hang on.” Misalo remained quiet for a second before speaking again. “Okay, I’ve deleted the photos.”
    â€œAre you sure?” I asked suspiciously.
    â€œYes, Maya. The photos are gone,” he assured me.
    â€œGood!” I exhaled.
    â€œI love you,” Misalo said sweetly.
    I smiled and whispered back, “I love you, too.”
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    If it had not been for Keysha, I’m positive I would have totally lost my marbles from longing so much for Misalo. She finally convinced me to get out of the house and do something other than sit around staring out my bedroom window as if I were Bella from the Twilight story, waiting for Edward Cullen to return. Keysha said it was time for us to have a girls’ day out so that we could really catch up on everything that had been going on, as well as do some shopping. I tried to get out of it by reminding her that I was unemployed andhad no money. She said money wasn’t a problem because she’d just cashed her paycheck. That was the great thing about having a BFF like Keysha. She was so giving. If I saw something I liked but didn’t have the cash for it, she’d buy it for me and I’d pay her back whenever I could. So, on a Sunday afternoon, after getting permission from my parents, I found myself standing at the corner of State and Randolph Streets with Keysha. We’d just exited one department store and decided to head south toward Old Navy.
    â€œI can’t believe you’re thinking about dating Wesley again,” I said as I removed my sunglasses from my purse and put them on.
    â€œI didn’t say that I was going to date him again, I just said we’ve been talking.” Keysha opened her purse and removed some chewing gum. “You want some?” She offered me a