All in a line...all in a row. He to she..she to he..and he to me. His hand reached over my shoulder..pulling me towards him. Cheek to cheek. Neck to neck. Palms nervous and sweaty.

Don't - he whispered as he passed it along - let the orange fall. Let's not be the ones to drop it. He to me..me to he..and on down the line it travelled.

We were barely 13.

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Meet Nella and Riley and their version of pass the orange. Welcome June..and the start of real summer!!!