5. I told the bunk that after that I didn't talk to her that much for the rest of the night. When we passed each other, we didn't look each other in the eyes. I would look at her but she would look away, so I would look away too. Then I skipped a few months and told the girls how I had heard later that the girl thought I was bad kisser. She had started rumors. I told them that they were lies.
6. Before I could tell them that the girl was in fact their counselor, they had figured it out. Apparently, she had been laughing too much. She said she was amazed I remembered it so well. I blushed. She then went on to explain why she started all those rumors about me being a bad kisser. She was very specific. I sat in the chair and looked at my lap. The girls thought that was all very funny. I smiled at the counselor when she finished. She smiled back.
7. When I finished the story I said goodnight to the bunk and walked outside. The counselor thanked me for coming and said it was really good. She hugged me. I said you're welcome and walked back towards the boys bunks to find my friends.
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