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Wet Dreams

Back in Primary School I would look at girls . They would look at me too and it felt normal. They were my sisters , l was their brother . We were family and friends. Come High school.....things changed in a very complicated manner ! They were not thy sisters no more. No! No! No! Sisters are not cute, Sisters are not sexy, Sisters are not attractive! No! Not to their brothers , it is very absurd. These emotions l feel. These dreams l am having , what is this called ? It is making me sleepless, I am day dreaming.......

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