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{{COMPLETED}} The first time someone wouldn't pay attention to me because of a certain newborn, I was furious. So furious in fact, I ended up scribbling "Regarde moi chienne" all over freshly painted walls of our new home with permanent marker. You can only guess what that means in English. I was four. The first time someone told me I had to choose between two things that I wanted, I compromised. I ate the cupcake after dinner and crept down to the kitchen in the middle of the night for a slice of my fathers famous Boston Cream Pie Crepes I was craving all evening. I was seven at the time. They never found out. The first time something was put on my student disciplinary record was when this little shit named Preston stole my money at recess and I ended up clawing his face before kicking him in his precious jewels. I was suspended, but he got what he deserved. I never regretted it. I was eleven. Oh, and the first time I wanted something that was completely and utterly off limits? Well, let's just say there's a first time for everything. Cover by: Kyliadawnwood
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