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Iris doesn't really remember their first kiss.
They were eight, maybe nine, and it was Valentine's Day. Iris had received a few cards and chocolates from some boys and even flowers from a girl. (Her father had explained them later that it was okay to like girls or boys or even both.) Barry hadn't received any cards but he didn't particularly cared. It wasn't that Barry wasn't a cute boy, he was, but god he was such a nerd, Iris remembers fondly.
She kissed him on the way home, he blushed, she smiled and said it wasn't a big deal.
