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my story....
It was a sunday afternoon, my parents were out playing golf...
my original gf (she had been seeing other guys) accepts my invite Rides her bike over. leaves it in the driveway. one thing lead to another, we ajourn to my bedroom in the basement, and right as i get my second thrust in I hear the ceiling creaking "Oh Shit they're home" franticfumbling to get reclothed, the bike in the driveway a dead giveaway, Ma reads me the riot act.....
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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anais Nin
I Wish You Well. 
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