The de-evolution of a person starts early,
but we all know that.
I'd say it's the exact moment his hand slid down your pants.
This could have been approximately thirty minutes
(give or take)
after you snuck out of your house that one cold night in your hometown.
The moon might've been hanging low and the roofs of all your neighbors' homes
probably were lit up with frost.
Anyway, I don't know, exactly;
I'm just estimating.
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