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Well what can I really say of myself? When I was 17 I used to come home from school, drop down on the couch and call her up. I still remember her number even though I haven't seen her in years. We lived across the street from each other. She had moved in the year before and we had almost become instant friends. I was one of those guys who never had a girlfriend. I didn't apply myself to anything at school and that included the girls. I didn't think of myself as mature, but I was definitely different from the kids at my school. I went to a private school in high school. The rules were strict, the kids were rich, and the teachers loaded on the homework. It was really one of those get-ready-for-college schools, which is where almost everyone went after high school. Not that I have maintained any contact with any of the people. As a matter of fact, I haven't talked to a single person that I went to high school with that didn't end up at the same college. I just didn't care for the kids at my school. Now the kids at the local public school were my goods friends. I went to school across town and when I would come home all the kids in my neighborhood were from the public school, so I just hung out with them. It was sort of funny to see all the kids from my school, who thought they were popular, come to the parties that my friends threw in my neighborhood. Don't get me wrong, my neighborhood wasn't the projects. I lived in a very conservative community and my neighborhood, as well as the houses around my house, all were very expensive. If I were to try and move to those homes today, which are near Lake Michigan, it would cost me a good $300,000 to a cool $1,000,000 for the newer, nicer places. So we ...

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