Holly, I've always believed your stories of drugs and low-level truancy. I'm just constantly amazed that you got away with as much as you did. When I was 13, if I had even considered smoking a joint, my mother would have sniffed out the thought like some sort of psychic bloodhound and run me down with the family minivan. Or at least, I always believed that she had that kind of power. My mom's pretty damn good at psychological manipulation.
As for the dress, I'm not even remotely surprised that your mother chose that particular garment for you. If she had it her way, you'd still be running around in pigtails and wearing underoos. Then again, I frequently pine for underoos. Underoos rocked.
No one ever offered me drugs in exchange for a suckjob. Not even in college. Tsk, tsk. The experiences I've missed out on ...
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