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Their first real date was at a local carnival. Under the neon glow of the Ferris wheel, the height difference was most striking. He walked with a shorter stride so she didn't have to jog to keep up. When they stood in line for popcorn, he shielded her from the rowdy group of seniors pushing through the crowd, tucking her into the space between his arm and his chest. "You okay down there?" he teased, looking down. "The view is actually pretty great

Then there was Sam. Sam was six-foot-two, all lanky limbs and quiet energy. He was the kind of boy who had to duck under low doorframes in the old wing of the school. They were lab partners in Chemistry, a pairing that looked like a comedy sketch. She had to stand on her tiptoes just to see the top of the Bunsen burner; he had to hunch over so far his spine looked like a question mark.

He stopped walking. The carnival lights reflected in his eyes. "Yeah?" "Yeah," she whispered.