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Once, I was 11.
Why? Well I really think it was due to trauma. My sister got hit by a pizza delivery truck and had to have emergency brain surgery (they took out the right front temporal lobe.) I really think that I need to be close to someone that night, it just happened to be a friend that my parents pawned me off on so they could spend the night in the hospital. I've been curious since, but have never really found myself in a presentable situation.
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