I didn’t fuck our next-door neighbour’s teenage son! I wasn’t the one who spread my legs in his bedroom and let him screw me every which way but missionary. And enlighten me: whatever happened to that promise we would be exclusive? When did it end? When my beer belly started to show? When I stopped shaving my pubes? When you insisted on fucking in the dark? Christ, does he even HAVE pubes?
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