I’m not ashamed to admit to being a virgin. Truth is, I was saving myself. Oh, not for marriage. Sex? God, no — that boat left the dock, like, 30-plus years ago. No, I mean that I hadn’t eaten at a Carl’s Jr. Not until this...
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