hey pal. i know we don't talk that much anymore. what with your constant responsibilities, and my homework, job and social life. but, i was wondering if you could do me a favor? me and ******** have been going strong for about three months (and and I know what your policy on premarital sex is) and we love each other but, could you please not make her pregnant? I got so much going for me, i mean I just got into **** on a football scholarship and my dad ( and her dad) would kick my you know what! I promise, if you make this happen I'll be up in there every sunday singing your name the loudest, and we won't ever have sex again, and i'll talk to you every day and twice on sunday. I need this one this time can you help a brotha out? -excerpts from a 17-
Reason for writing:
anytime something goes bad people pray.
this is just what a conversation might sound
like from someone you might know.
Birth sign: Virgo
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