“You’re a virgin?” Lartin said. “You bitch,” I said to Gary. “And no, I’m not a virgin.” “You so are,” Gary said, because apparently this morning he’d eaten sass for breakfast. “A twenty-year-old virgin.” “No! There was that one guy! At that thing! With the people!” My argument was sound. “That didn’t count. He kissed you, and you came in your pants, and then you proceeded to tell him how his hair reminded you of your father.”
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