She was a brunette named Corin. We were young and foolish, and we thought it would last forever. But, as all things much, and certainly all love-things, it did end. We parted and went on to walk our own paths. I regret not at least asking her for a handjob.
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I demand that you ask out on a date at least 20 way-out-of-your-league women in the next month, write a journal about it and post it here.