I forced myself to see some girls the night I got back. This was my first mistake. Through my fuzzy vision and my sleep-deprived state of mind, nothing was making sense. Each time I thought of fucking, I would tear up. My friends joked about it because they thought I was just delirious from the orgy, and that may have been part of the problem. But what I realized after careful consideration was that this wasn’t just fuck-up.

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