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The first time I ever heard a curse word, I was 10 years old.
My closest friend, Sienna, asked me if I knew what the “f-word” was. At the time, the only f-word I knew was froyo. But Sienna always kept it real — she looked at me with her right eyebrow raised all the way to Saturn, and her eyes rolled so far into the back of her head I thought they might get stuck there forever…