There's a girl I like who lives in my building and works as a
waitress in a restaurant I go to frequently. Every time I see
her pretty face I think to myself,
"AIDS AND BABIES AIDS AND BABIES AND BABIES. HOW WILL I
SUPPORT MY UNWANTED CHILD WHILE I'M DYING OF AIDS."
I'm terrified of sex. Thanks, 1980s.
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I laugh out loud each time I read this. Seriously.
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