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She had written this in her journal, while she was still able to . . . We were both 14. I had to show him how to do it. He had never been with a girl before. He barely had an hair yet, and he was afraid to look at me. He kissed with his lips closed tight. He came in an instant and *sprayed his ****** *** on my* deflowered cotton dress. I later burned that dress in the backyard barbecue and saved the ashes in a small cedar box. Twelve years later she would sprinkle those ashes over her mother's grave, a parting gift for having played the game so poorly.
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Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 9:04 AM UTC
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She had written this in her journal, while she was still able to . . . We were both 14. I had to show him how to do it. He had never been with a girl before. He barely had an hair yet, and he was afraid to look at me. He kissed with his lips closed tight. He came in an instant and *sprayed his ****** *** on my* deflowered cotton dress. I later burned that dress in the backyard barbecue and saved the ashes in a small cedar box. Twelve years later she would sprinkle those ashes over her mother's grave, a parting gift for having played the game so poorly.
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Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 9:04 AM UTC
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