The First Guy To Hit Me Was The Last

And here’s why it never happened again

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“Ugly dog!”

I heard that a lot my last two years of high school. Mostly from Dan.

We were in the same vocational class which meant three or four consecutive periods of togetherness.

He also liked to call me Wolfwoman, he called a suspiciously gay friend of mine…