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So... Some background. I, a 16-year-old female, had just met up with my two friends, both 16-year-old males,

and they will be referred to as DD and DM.

To hang out at my local cricket field, sit two meters apart, talk, and test

out my friend's new mini amp. He plays guitar and I play bass. Another piece of important info is

that I have serious baby face and when I put my bass on my back, it makes me look like I'm

their 12 year old little sister with the height between my head

and the top of the instrument. So we had just met up and sat in the nice open area so that,

after not seeing each other for this entire fiasco, we could catch up and talk about our plans

for after the restrictions were lifted. There were a few other people on the field when I arrived,

but they seemed like they'd keep the distance well enough so I didn't really take them into account.

We talked for a while, and two of the three groups left. A lovely woman who said we should

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