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I believe in you and that you were virgin when you first knew me & that you do not decieve me, and that is [[strikethrough]] all [[/strikethrough]] what I realy [[really]] care about. I can not help thinking that in saying this I am just like the rest of the credulous race of women. But how can one know or believe in any body? It is impossible not to ask this sometimes. I can understand why men usually prefer to keep women more or less in the ignorance and innocence in which their mothers bring them up because the shock