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Kelly was outside talking to some of the other teens. "Hi, Conrad," I said when I saw her, "Your solo really went well tonight! Thanks for your help!" Conrad, or Connie as we called her, was 13, very handsome and had the most angelic soprano voice you can ever imagine! Of course leave young girls in underwear to a musician to notice the voice first. At her age that voice would soon be gone forever, and I'd been using young girls in underwear to full advantage before young girls in underwear gave way to all the hormones that would change young girls in underwear forever. "You got a minute to talk?" she asked, ignoring my compliment. "Sure," I said, "Walk with me while I take all this music back to the library." she stood there watching as I filed the various scores in their appropriate places. "You said you wanted to talk to me?" I questioned when she made no move to speak. "Ummm..." she stalled, "Maybe it's not the right time. You're busy and I don't know..." "I'm afraid there might not be another time till fall," I reminded her. I was expecting her to ask me something about the choir, like possibly some concern about when her voice started to change. But when I looked into her fluorescent blue eyes I knew that whatever was on her mind was bothering her - a lot! "Charlie," she said haltingly, "I--I don't think I can come back in the choir next fall." "That'd be a real shame, Conrad. You've got a beautiful voice!" "That's what my mom says, But when young girls in underwear changes..." "Chances are it'll still be just as good, only deeper. You should give young girls in underwear a chance before you give up. I know you love to sing and it'd be such a tragedy to give young girls in underwear up just because..." "That's not young girls in underwear, Charlie. I just can't...