![]() ![]() I swore on my life that I would take boxing lessons and beat Glen into unconsciousness the very next time I saw him. I also agreed with Gran (Twyla told her I’d gone home with Glen) that I was a weak-willed little pansy who deserved to have his heart broken since he didn’t have the sense to stay away from guys who break hearts. I swore on my life that I would take her advice on any and all things and only allow myself to be sodomized with her explicit preapproval. I spent the next week being thoroughly ashamed of myself and agreeing with Twyla that I was a worthless shit who didn’t deserve to have any friends, let alone one as good as her. ![]()
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