I was in the sixth grade sitting on the back of a yellow school bus with a few of my friends on the way back from an amusement park for a grad trip when I saw a huge stuffed chicken being passed back from the front of the bus. It landed in my lap and I wondered what I was supposed to do with it. Apparently it was for me, from the boy I had a crush on, who happened to have a crush on me too. I giggled, turned red, and then passed it back to the front, not looking at him as I ran off the bus when we reached our school's parking lot.
What was I supposed to do with a large stuffed chicken?
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