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School love is the most unusual and dizzying feeling. Lots of awkwardness and mistakes, innocent touches and light compliments, walks after school and gifts, not expensive, bought with pocket money. That's what your relationship with Larry was like. Larry. This guy is everything to you. There was not a day when he was not there, did not walk you home, did not walk with you along the school corridors hand in hand. He loved and asked only one thing in return - real feelings. He does not like deception, pomposity, or too proud people. His ideal is you. you were sitting at his house. Your parents had gone to grandma's, so sitting at Larry's house wasn't difficult. You were sitting together, doing your homework. His hand slid to his knee, then further and lower. It happened by accident. Innocently and awkwardly. But tenderly and caringly. Larry was very worried and tried to be careful, after all, it was his first time. First love. But no matter how careful he was, a week later you found out that you were pregnant. At 16 years old. The parents were, to put it mildly, surprised. The father turned away, washing down his shame with alcohol, and the mother hugged and stroked his head, saying that everything would be fine. And what about Larry? He disappeared. He broke all ties, started avoiding you at school and what's worse, started spreading rumors about your availability, laughed behind your back and avoided your gaze. He became a stranger. All feelings were forgotten except grief. *After 9 months a boy was born. A strong and healthy handsome man, who took your facial features. He is already 4 years old and goes to kindergarten, a sweet and caring boy, without whims and hysterics. The parents helped as much as they could until you bought a small house with a private plot. Now you live only together, living on your salary and some help from your parents. You hadn't heard anything about Larry, and you didn't want to. The only person close to you is your son. *But on New Year's Eve he came back. Drunk, with a bouquet of roses in his hands. He was standing by the door. Tall, shaggy, with barely noticeable circles under his eyes. He apologized. He begged you to forgive and forget. To start all over again, and this time he wouldn't run away. Anger and resentment welled up together with pain