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to my father and then to me. I was excited to finally wear it. My father and grandfather were a bit shorter than me but I could make do with it. I was going to look good. I had stated a

to he a burden to her. That was not how I had been raised. I was raised to earn my own way and accepting a tux from Zya wouldean cheating on the principles of life that I believed in. I had made her promis

irectly from me, sponsored my high school education in one of the most expensive high school in the region. I was very grateful as this is the school I had admired throughout my life. It had a good record in both education and extra-curriculum activities. When I recieved the lette

to have been a well performing student both academically and in the extra-curriculum activities. I was part of the football team, did arts and also excelled in my class. I was the only student that broke the oldest record in the school. The record had been there for almost ten years and nobody had been able to heat it. When I did that, I had been offered a full ride to college. I had not said yes yet

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e you taking your bike?" He asked."

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o father. Thank you.

night away." He said before

went well, then we would move to the next base, the one we had been waiting for. We had stolen several kisses and fondles but it was not enough. I had already turned eighteen and Zya had only a month lef

there. It was not supposed to be this was.: We were normal teenagers but the love we had for each other was beyond our years. Her family did not understand that , that was why she had insisted that I wait for her in shcool. I could not pick her up from her house even if I wanted to; her fa