Loving Roxanne.

I wish love had a user's manual. It would have made everything so much easier, right? No broken friendships, no broken hearts and just... world peace *waves beauty queen style*. But don't we get sick of easy real fast? Maybe love is supposed to be hard for everyone, even the people who we think are surrounded by love all the time. People who need it desperately but can't accept it. People who give love not knowing that they do. People like Roxanne.

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This is not your regular story. Roxanne most certainly is NOT the shy, geeky girl who eats her lunch at the library with her head buried in a book. In fact, she is a cheerleader, and not just any cheerleader; the head cheerleader. And opposed to what she conveys to other people, her life is nowhere near perfect.

As humorous and entertaining this story might be (keyword being might), I'm also trying to address something that is not frequently addressed, which I will hopefully be able to word nicely yet subtlety for you to figure out on your own.

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