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There are two things a girl will always remember: Her first boyfriend and the first time she had…um.. Back to the boyfriend. My first Boyfriend was a black haired, clear blue eyed beauty. He had the heart of an angle but the attention span of a rabid dog smelling a raw side of beef, except when he was talking about or working on his 1973 Ford Fairlane, with all of the extras, mind you. To him it was the holy grail. But to me it was the winner of the junkyard war. It was baby blue with terminal body rot, “Takes the pressure off parallel parking,” he said, gaping holes in the floorboards, “Very handy when my friends start chugging Colt 45 cans.”, a knob on the steering wheel and a sound system that could induce labor at 500 yards. We were sixteen and a half, without a care in the world.
Approximate Word count = 608 Approximate Pages = 2.4 (250 words per page double spaced)
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