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Dealing with Fuckboys

Dealing with Fuckboys

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This is not a story, but more a memoir. I live in a small town full of fuckboys. We've all seen them. That guy with the axe gel slicked back hair, walking around in their khaki shorts, and acting like they own the place. The guy that will touch your ass like it is no big deal. The guy that goes after the girl that is a carbon copy of him except with boobs and a vagina. I am here to give a totally biased view on what it is like to go to school with and socialize with the privileged and the snobby. Although I names will not be released, I am here to call the bullshit on fuckboys.
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