As she prepared to get into bed with her date, the young woman burst into tears. "I'm afraid you'll get the wrong idea about me," she said between sobs. "I'm really not that kind of girl."
"I know, I know," he said soothingly.
"You're the first one," she whimpered.
"The first one to make love to you?"
"No," she replied. "The first one to believe me."
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