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My boyfriend's parents' house, in his room. (Man, I hope those apostrophe's are right!) I had just turned 17. I can't remember if his mom was home or not, but there was a lock on the door so we felt pretty safe.
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Thought for the day: Men are like fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to the women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
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