I was having sex with my ex boyfriend (who I’m still close with) in his bedroom, and I knew we shouldn’t be doing it. We kept getting interrupted – by my friend, who wanted to know why we hadn’t told her, by my mother, who was trying to measure my period blood and fix a drawer, and by both my former classmate and co-worker who I had a crush on, talking about voting green.
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