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I learned how to be a boy ** in school
It says Confess Something. Here's something.
My father was stationed as part of the consulate in a small republic. I went to a local private school, mostly rich kids. One girl, American was in my class. She spoke the local language perfectly. Popular, dated a local kid three years older.
One day she got close to me, asked me if I had a girlfriend? No. A boyfriend? No. What did I like? Female, male? Smart, **, **? Older? or younger? Name it. I told her I liked her. She laughed.
There was this ** club, high school kids for older men. Was I interested? Men? I asked her, men? Yes men, who like high school boys. If I helped her, and proved I was worthy, maybe I could have her.
By the time I left for college I was a well trained **. I was on my own once I left, but I made a lot of money in college, and I make a lot of money now. I never did get 'the girl'.
Bro???
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