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12, everything but. 13 for reals. Different girls. I was too young, and in retrospect, I kinda wish I'd waited-- especially with girl #2, who I actually went "all the way" with. We had a long fling where we basically used each other for sex, and told no one. She was a cheerleader, I was a loner, who hung with the losers: neither of us wanted our friends to know about the other, but we dug the sex, and we both knew we could count on each other's discretion. It was unhealthy as hell, but what did I know? I was a kid, and I was doing all my thinking with my dick.
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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