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I wasn’t raised to be perfect, but I was raised to do everything with perfection in mind.
“I never make mistakes,” I replied. “I’m either right or I’m learning.
“He’s all I have.” “And who told you that?” he tossed back. “Him?”
Was there some rule that my jeans were supposed to be tight, so men I didn’t know could take pleasure at looking at my ass like I was a car on the street?
“Yeah, you didn’t see that coming, did you?”
The less you know, the more you fear, so go learn more.
Carving pumpkins was a pathetic way to keep myself busy
