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This page is a Daily Archive of entries for Wednesday, July 9, 2008 listed from newest to oldest.
When I was 18, I brought my first real boyfriend home from Champaign for Easter weekend. I was thrilled — my parents a little less so. After I had gotten "D" settled on our pull-out couch downstairs, I came upstairs — and my father swiftly locked the door behind me. I protested vehemently, but my dad insisted that "D" had a bathroom, a refrigerator and anything else he needed downstairs (i.e. away from his daughter's room). It didn't seem prudent to remind my father that I had a single dorm room, so I set my alarm for 6 a.m. with full intention to open the basement door so "D" wouldn't feel like he was trapped in a bad horror flick.
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