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I didn't sleep that night. I just couldn't stop thinking about him. Alex, the boy who had rescued me. I worked out that he couldn't be my age if he had his own house and he drove a car so he must be about 16. I suppose it didn't matter, only 3 years apart. I was completely in live with him. I had only known him for a few hours but I already knew what my feelings towards him were. I just layed there for the rest of the night, thinking about him.

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