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Ronny Blaustein has me pressed against him so tight I can feel his belt buckle digging into my abdomen. We're slow dancing in the gym, which has been decorated not to look like the gym, except there's no way to disguise the basketball hoops and backboards.

 When the slow dance is over, I go to the Girls' bathroom and I confide to Annie Shapiro about the  buckle.

She starts…