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Hey young lady... why are you walking down alone, let me give you a ride home. At first i ignored and i replied, i can take care of myself. thanks. The voice was persistent, just hop in its too dangerous for you to be walking alone at this time of the day. On a second thought i decided to let him give me a ride, it wasn't such a bad idea after all.  He asked me where i was headed, i told him and then, he asked why i was out this late. It was a long story of not connecting with your date, he laughed; then he started his own story of how he decided to be true to this girl and it turned out the girl was cheating on him. i could hear the sadness in his voice. the turned it was his time to get fucked. like he said everyone must get fucked up one day. We shared a blunt together and discussed how terrific it is to put your hope in someone.Girls or Guys ; we all get hurt but that doesn't mean that we are going to stop swimming because its a game of options. You can always find someone ...

            Inn ocent souls but dirty minds I would call us. Feasting on our curiosity as young adolescent girls; made us talkers, thinkers and not doers, We grew our curious mind with dictionary at first; searching for sex related words and putting it down in a fresh 20 leaves paper and keeping it safe till the day we need to discuss about them so as to prove that we are not naïve. The American and British books that were printed in a brown paper; these books we took turns to read. Salvaging the little left from the movies we stream. To us we knew it all; every single thing about it. One time, I spent hours trying to figure out where a hole can be found in a female body apart from the anus, I never actually understood the diagram of the vagina. Back then in the classrooms, we read newspapers, dictionaries, brown novels and we discuss movies whenever we have free periods, all these to keeps our curious minds in checks. Some of tho...