I- I-
I'm going to be eighteen, this month. Eighteen years old. Old enough to get married, I think. Old enough to properly get married with a home and a husband and maybe even kids...
B-but... Fuck, fuckityfuckfuckfuck.
...At least he taught me some things. Even if it wasn't real, even if it didn't actually happen and I didn't spend the last
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