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Two weeks after I told him I was too embarrassed to be naked in front of anyone, I was naked in his bed, and I still don't know how he did it.
Two weeks after I told him I was too embarrassed to be naked in front of anyone, I was naked in his bed, and I still don't know how he did it.
Never could I have conceived that my own father would laugh at my kilt.
When my "innocent" best friend decided to go as for as she did on her first date, it shattered the image I always held of her and simultaniously planted the doubts that destroyed the friendship we had built for ages.
I had never truly understood the taste of lemonade until I counted the number of times my name showed up in her diary.
To calm myself down, before I closed my eyes that night I said to myself, "You love him, he loves you, and that's all that really matters."
My trust in the postal system was destroyed the day we received dead cockroaches in the mail.
She's afraid of me cheating on her with my friend, and, admittedly, I wish I could.
I fear that people would believe me to be a malingerer, and even my estranged father, upon hearing about the dilemma which my symptoms presented, commented, "I think you're allergic to work."
When I told her that her friend thinks I am cheating on her, she laughed at me saying "She really knows nothing about the two of us."
While I sit here teary eyed, reading stories I could have written from my own life, I think "How many of these are actually true?"