And as his "o" face became bigger and his eyes squinched together, it wasn't until his forehead wrinkled up and he squeezed his legs together that I knew what was happening.
Like omigod, like I’ll call you tonight.
I keep telling myself that I shouldn't be so picky...but I've decided that I wouldn't be able to deal with a man who couldn't couldn't write or speak like an actual man instead of a teenager...and therefore I have come to the conclusion, that I WILL NOT settle for man who isn't at least on my level.
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