So for those who want some sappy story about my 1st love...you will have to look elsewhere. Today, I will tell you about my 1st boyfriend. No, I did not think I was in love, I was 5.
His name was Stewart. We had a budding romance and played house in our cardboard boxes. He was most definitely in the running to be my one and only, that is until he refused to let me in his house to use the bathroom. He told me that I could pee under his porch, like all his other friends. 3 strikes and you are out.
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