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  • As a kid I was really in to older girls--like girls who could already read and write. I lived in an apartment complex in Phoenix and the playground was where most of my interactions with the opposite sex happened. One day a girl from the apartments gave me a love note. I took it home that afternoon and found my dad. He read the note to me--"Dear Tony, I love you. If you love me sign your name on the line." My dad asked, "Do you love this girl?" He was smiling. I nodded and asked him to help me out. He found a pen and signed my name for me. It might not have been legal, but it was sincere--for a day or two.
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