The year was 2007. Let’s call him Charley (because Lord knows I don’t need any type of defamation claims). Charley was it for me okay?! He was older, had cornrows slicked to the back, had a little pimped out hooptie,and was all about me. He loved me as much as his little 18 year-old heart could handle. I know you’re probably asking, well if things were going so well, why did it end? Chile, I could write a book about that love affair, but I will settle for this one-page blog. Let’s get into it shall we?
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