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It was the end of March after a bitter New York winter, when I caught a scent. It's one we are all familiar with, it's the smell of the sun hitting the asphalt, the smell of emerging pollen and renewed dirt. It's usually followed by the smell of a baseball glove but even when it is not, it is always an indicator of spring. Unfortunately for me when I caught this scent teasing my nostrils I was in class. There I was sitting in bio when all I could think about was that I smelled spring. How could I be expected to concentrate when the first sure sign of winter's end had just announced itself to me? After what seemed like three lifetimes I heard that sweet sound of salvation, that or the cruelest snooze button ever invented, the bell. I ran outside to gauge the temperature, just as I suspected, it had to be about 65 degrees, and there was an hour-and-a-half left of school. I knew that the only humane thing to do was to lay down and lap up some sun, after all it had been a long cold winter, besides the first true day of spring and last of winter only happens once a year. Thinking quickly I ran back inside, climbed three flights of stairs and made a left "It's a good thing you're a creature of habit" I said with my hands on my knees as I tried to regain my breath. I looked up and took in Maggie's beauty. She was 5'5, weighed around 112 pounds and a thin body, not stick thin but life like thin. Maggie had high cheekbones and long golden, flaxen hair. Maggie had beautiful tan muscular legs that I loved to touch. Her breasts were high and firm to the touch. I tried to time my sentence so it began as she rounded the corner, that way I could retain a sort of omniscient air, I'm self-conscious like that. It was a Wednesday and at ...

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