Ever since that happened, I feel like trash. When you first started talking to me in school? When I told you I'd been sick? I hadn't been sick. I'd been knocked up while I was passed out." "You are not trash," he whispered softly, not trusting his voice. "You're an angel. Pure as gold. You didn't do anything wrong." "That's not how it feels. Tommy," she said miserably, "I dated before and I wouldn't give it up-I was saving it for someone really special. Someone like you-someone I really loved. And now I can't." "No one else can ever take that away, Brenda. When… If… If it's us and we know it's time and it's right, it'll be special. I promise." "How can it be? The first time should be so special. Now it won't even be the first time!" He brushed her hair away from her eyes. "What can I do to show you that I love you just the same? Respect you? Huh?" "I don't know…." "I do. Come on, we're going to take care of these horses. Then we're going to find a nice soft bale of hay and I'm going to hold you. Hold you and kiss you until you believe me when I say I think you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Everything is going to be fine." "I was so scared to tell you." "I know, Bren. It's okay now. I don't want you to ever worry about that again. Okay?" An
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