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When I entered the kitchen, our guests were all seated at the table with my taunter, Marie Carter, serving ice cream. She was in her cheer outfit, looking bright and perky as if nothing had happened. I was a jumble of anxiety, feeling like everyone could tell what I had just done. Marie's mother Amy and her son Doug were all smiles while my daughter Stephanie looked almost giddy. It seemed clear, Stephanie officially had her first crush. As that realization came to light, Marie started taunting me, swaying her hips, and whispering Billie Eilish 'It's a craving not a crush'. Marie was responsible for making the connection between her brother Doug and Stephanie, as a reward for Stephanie tutoring her in Algebra Two and English. Although I suspected the real reason was to create a chance to