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I didn't "get wild" until I was considerably past the age you all are talking about. When I was 19, I was more like someone's grandmother than their booty call...I went home every weekend, I stayed in at night and crocheted (but it's OK, because I've got tons of cute scarves to wear in the winter!), and I never drank or did anything of the sort. Never. I looked down on people who did those sorts of things. Then...well, I guess it got old, or I got bored, or I just stopped caring What Other People Would Think...I don't know, but I, er, loosened up quite a bit. That didn't happen until near the end of college.
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