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According to that fateful day in October, the vision of my pending 21st was a deafeningly loud, "I don't think so." Clad in pastel.

I'm pretty sure I sat in dried urine on MUNI the other day, and the last person I texted is a porn star. Looks like it's Tinder for me!

A young mother was shot in front of her family—because a man wouldn't accept the word "no."

By this point, I was pretty sure one dude would kill the other. If Ben died, there would be no fourth date.

Ever find yourself stuck on a plane jonesing for some hot sex