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The First Time For Kelly and Me
At nineteen I was a large fellow. Again, not fat, but extremely large. While my mom was rather tall I still towered over her. It was probably due to the combination of her and my father’s genes. He was six feet nine at the time of his death. A chain broke on a logging truck as he was checking them and he was crushed by a truckload of timber. I was ten at the time. Today I am seven feet two inches tall. Thankfully I am very well proportioned so I don’t look like some freak. My mom runs the...