Prologue

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Many, many years ago, way back in high school, my good friend was involved in a scary situation. Way back before any of us had a family or got married, we were just dramatic teens with overly-active hormones and imaginations. You could say that I, in some way, took part in the disaster, but I was not the main focus, like Frankie Stein.

I still remember her, coming to me between classes, teary-eyed and frantically crying. I listened, what else would you do? It got to the point that we both knew it had to end, so I thought up a plan to help Frankie out of the mess.

But for you to truly understand, we must go way back to the beginning...

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