I love to curse. I love to fucking curse.
Maybe that means I’m uncouth. Maybe that means I’m not as intelligent as one who denies herself the pleasure of a spontaneous expletive every now and again. Or maybe I just really hated grown-ups telling me to be more ladylike—to cross my legs, to lower my voice, to stop singing at the table, to follow the rules, and to be a good little girl.
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