She plays hooky from school to visit a man she thinks she loves who called in sick at work in order to meet her. Planning.

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No. That’s not what happens. She skips school and goes to Planned Parenthood for a you-know-what because she ignored the possibilities when the you-know-what broke during you-know-what.

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Not true either. The you-know-what didn’t break. It never even saw the light of day, safely ensconced as it was in a little square blue package in his back pocket. Never even had a chance of coming out, though he showed it to her once. Like a promise.