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e, more than a year after we started dating. Sex was good with him. I never wanted to tea

lso incredib

, BAM, I kind of came into my own. Curves everywhere. My skin cleared up and I finally got a fashion sense. Boys started noticing me seemingly overnight. I got a lot of attention where I hadn’t before – like, ‘captain of the footbal

ted on my dad with a business colleague of hers. Even though my parents ended up staying together, it destroyed my father. My brothers and I got front-row seats to the carnage. I hat

University. Syracuse was both of our first choices, but only he got in. I planned to try to transfer

Shanna Williams from California. About how she went to clubs and parties every night, and usually slept with a new guy every week. About how I would wake up at 2AM hearing the cre

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arned to keep my mouth shut

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eft, and then we would spen

leave their girlfriends and wives behind for years, I

ad to deal with freaked-out phone calls and Skype sess

riend. Hell, she didn’t have a boyfriend at all. She slept with whome

: no more overnight stays. One night a week she could bring somebody over, and I would go crash in a sofa chair in the community study room t

ere trying to concentrate on my boring-ass homework, I realiz

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