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I don't have sex or use drugs, so all I have to worry about is the mess. And I mean MESS! My parents are cool, but having them over at my apartment (which I pay for) is always wierd somehow.
The only "oops, should have put that somewhere else" happened twice: my brother, and then later my father, saw a book on my shelf called "Dual Attraction" (and I can assure it is NOT about magnets). My brother said, "Is there something we need to talk about?"
My father said, "Hm."
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