When I was fifteen, I bought a used copy of the Kama Sutra; I was fifteen, and somehow, it seemed like the height of sophistication and sexual prowess to own a copy of the Kama Sutra, and one that looked dog-earred and well-referenced to boot. I eventually discovered that:
1. My mother didn't give a rat's ass if I had a copy of the Kama Sutra or
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