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I am still a virgin, I do not have an ereader. Yes, sometimes I wish for the thrill and the excitement. I long for that special device that I can hold to my chest as I gaze down tenderly and read the passion emanating silently from the screen. Sometimes, at night, I ache for the companionship that I am denying myself. But my parents raised me to wait until I was ready to make a proper commitment, and I know when that time comes, I will be glad that I waited, and I will be happy; at least until the great breakup or breakdown.
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