First love: I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

By Peter Munro
Updated December 30 2016 - 3:13am, first published December 29 2016 - 6:00pm

Fumbling in the dark by the side of the stage at the school hall disco, because that's how you find love when you're 13. You're on the stairs and on your toes, waiting on that growth spurt. Her hair runs down towards high-waisted faded blue jeans. She tilts her head and leans in, crossing the border between this night and the next. The first foreign tongue you'll ever know.

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