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It was 1992. I was sixteen, and having just gotten my first car (i.e., 1982 Volvo), it became the place of choice for my girlfriend and I to have sex. One late Sunday night in the back of the love-mobile, the condom broke. “No big deal,” I thought. I replaced the condom with another, and [...]

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