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I lie on my childhood bed in my pastel pink room that we never got around to repainting after my tween years. The walls are adorned with framed photos of me with my high school friends, Twilight posters—always Team Edward—and randomly placed quotes about saving the rainforests, all endangered animals, and basically the world. I had high hopes of ending many of the world’s environmental calamities.
I stare at one of the framed photos of my high school boyfriend, Ryan, and me. We’re standing in front of his dad’s red sports car before our junior prom. I have a tight black floor-length gown on with my hair swept into a bun of messy curls. I remember back to that night. It was the night that Ryan and I decided we wanted to take our relationship to the next level, and I lost my virginity.
