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I'll make all this as short as I can. I grew up in a small North Carolina town where everyone knew each other but wasn't necessarily related. My best friend was Brent, born the same day as me, and who lived two houses down the street from my house. I lived with both of my parents, but Brent was raised by his single mother, who became a widow at age thirty-seven by virtue of a drink driver two months before Brent was born. Brent's mother, Sharon, chose not to remarry, and instead, decided to raise her son on her own. I can say this about Sharon, though: not once in all the years I knew her did she let her age get in the way of being the best parent possible. She never missed one of our football or baseball teams, she never missed a mother-son event, and she made sure that Brent participated in all the normal events a young man will choose to do. Brent and I became best friends at age six, a relationship we continue to this day. She even took to calling me her "lost son" as my mom called Brent. In essence, since we entered first grade, Brent and I have been inseparable. We share the same likes and dislikes and will fight for each other at the drop of a hat.

If there's one area where Brent and I differ, however, it's where girls are involved. Now, believe me when I say no girl will ever come between my best friend and myself, but it's a matter of the type of girl we enjoy being around where Brent and I differ. Brent was always interested in women our age, or at least close to our age. Me, however, well, I've always been interested in older women. I don't know: I just find the elegance, maturity, and sophistication of an older woman more ...

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