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{home is for losers} holly day that guy who used to work with my mom and lived across the back alley from us he used to try to touch my ass sometimes, I was 14 and I thought I was so cool because I could turn an old guy like that on and off like a light bulb someone with his own house and a car who would buy me beer and cigarettes any time I wanted years later, this girl I was living with brought him home as her date and I had to spend the next two weeks listening to him beg her to touch his penis |
