I can clearly remember the first time I got my hands on a Cosmopolitan magazine. I was about 11, and far too young for the publication. When my older sister carelessly left a copy within my reach, I snatched it up and quickly became engrossed in an article about how to have a "picnic in bed" with your lover.
Right about the time I got to the part involving some rather unusual practices with jam, my mother caught me, and the magazine was ripped from my grasp.
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