My friend is gone.
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32A: My First Bra
This is a fond look (well, alternately fond/horrifying) back at an innocent time during the 1950s when I so longed to grow up, to be older. Silly me. Silly impatient me.
My friend is gone.
This is a fond look (well, alternately fond/horrifying) back at an innocent time during the 1950s when I so longed to grow up, to be older. Silly me. Silly impatient me.
"And where did you learn the art of not lasting long?" "Here", you answered
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