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Jul
Dr. Henneman had been in love, and was in love, with her husband, Mr. Dr. Henneman, who was standing not more than fifteen feet away but remained invisible to all of her students because it requred them to acknowledge that she had feelings and plumbing. The plaintiveness of Denis’s cry, however, rekindled in Dr. Henneman the heartache of Paul Burgie, the brown-eyed demon who took her to second base (then above-the-waist petting and not a Rainbow Party) and reported back to the other seventh-grade boys that Dr. Henneman’s nipples were “weird”—as if he had a representative example!
I Love You, Beth Cooper | Larry Doyle
