I was but a boy of 12 when I first noticed her; a sleek and scaly body breaking the water's surface in my grandfather's pond. Everything changed that day. Gracefully darting and turning with such a distinctly feminine wile, she was... different from the other girls. Different like me. I was sure that she was watching me, just as I was watching her. Could she also be thinking, "is this love?"
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