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Which would you rather have, good food or good sex? says my freshman crush. The question takes me off guard. At eighteen I’m pretty sure I’m the only virgin in the crowded room, all of us swilling cheap beer and … Continue reading

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The girl was wet-nosed and unkempt, blinking against the cruel light of my cellphone’s high glare. She turned her head back into the scarred nylon of her sleeping bag and lay still, as though I might disappear if she could … Continue reading

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