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But What If I Enjoy My Sin and Just Want You To Shut Up About It?
When I was sixteen, I had a no-good-dirty-rotten boyfriend. True story. My mother could tell that he was a no-good-dirty-rotten boyfriend. After we broke up the first time, she stepped in and told me that I wasn’t to see him anymore. He was bad for me. He didn’t respect me. She didn’t like the way…