Choices of a Young Man
I guess I should start by letting you know who I am. My name is Tom Singer. I was 18 when this all started. I woke up that early spring morning to a wonderful day. It was a sunny Saturday, so I would not be going to college. I had this weird feeling all over. It was both strange and wonderful. There were also a lot of new thoughts running through my head, which all seemed to be centered on my older sister and mother. (You see boys in my family mature at a very slow rate.) The feelings seemed to...
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