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There comes a time in every 23-year olds life when she kisses a boy under the legal drinking age. Isn’t there? No just me then. I certainly know that none of my friends have experienced this phenomenon of late, but I’m secretly hoping someone slips up soon to alleviate the wave of shame I’m currently experiencing. I need to re-iterate that I never set out to acquire the affections of a member of my local sixth form, it was purely the concoction of rum consumed combined with the lax ID policies of a certain club behind oxford street and his intent to deceive. I’m not a school teacher and I’m not running the local youth club, but as a certified grown up, I believe that I shall be needing to implement an ID policy of my very own.
But my current tale of love and woe, isn’t the first and I doubt will be the last, it seems it’s just one long roller-ride into regretful decision making and complete unfortunate luck that has led me down this slippery slope. And hence the need to write it all down, for posterity, for the grandkids, for the book that will one day make my fortune.
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