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Baggy and Ruthie both stare at me, mouths agape. “A virgin?” Ruthie finally asks, as if I have somehow offended her just by uttering the word.
“No way,” they say in unison.
“I hate to say this,” Ruthie starts, making me sure she doesn’t hate it at all, “but he is playing you for a fool. I say pretend like you believe his silly story and take that stud muffin’s ‘virginity.’” She actually does air quotes with her fingers when she says the word virginity, as if the mere idea of it is completely inconceivable.
“He doesn’t want to have s*x until he’s married,” I tell them, reiterating the fault in her theory. “How is that playing me? What benefit does he get for us not to have s*x?”
“That is horse pucky,” Baggy decides, finally accepting that Kai might be telling the truth. “His mother
