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exexec · 70-79, C
I remember when I was a kid and we lived on the edge of town, a teenage girl showed up at our door asking for help. Her shirt was torn, and she told my mother that her date had done something. I was too young to understand. So my father drove her home after my mother gave her a sweater to wear.
atlantic59 · 61-69, M
@exexec yeah that was bad and that's how you heard about that stuff that early