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Once upon a time there was a girl who was not exactly gorgeous but felt justified in wishing that a guy would one day hit on her.
Being asked out for a drink and a cigarette by a Vietnamese guy on a bike with broken, brown front teeth was not what she had in mind. Nor did she want to tell him where she lived, or what her phone number was.
*shudder*
Being asked out for a drink and a cigarette by a Vietnamese guy on a bike with broken, brown front teeth was not what she had in mind. Nor did she want to tell him where she lived, or what her phone number was.
*shudder*