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He had big “call me Daddy” energy,
Then, like a mature, independent woman who was going to lose her virginity soon, I stomped away to eat breakfast, mope, and probably cry over some waffles. Rationally, it didn’t matter, and I was a bad bitch who didn’t need a man. Irrationally, I was a woman who just wanted to get railed and told I was pretty.

