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“In the game of love, a guy and a girl of the same age are not age mates. She's always a head ahead. The moment she likes a guy, she quietly stages a connection and waits. When the guy links up, she boycotts all protocols and begins to see him as the father of her unborn children. She loves with soul and spirit that is why her disappointment cuts deeper. Don't hug if you won't go the whole hog.”

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