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There is usually a lingering taste of clove smoke and espresso on my tongue.
My clothes smell of the outdoors-really whatever the weather is.
My face is always hidden behind my archaic Minolta.
In social situations I'm usually confused to find myself in a conversation, as though I just realized I took a wrong turn. This probably shows in my face.
I never really think of myself as particularly desirable.
This hasn't ever bothered me--until now.
I want to know that he wants me.
I want the things I shouldn't have.
My clothes smell of the outdoors-really whatever the weather is.
My face is always hidden behind my archaic Minolta.
In social situations I'm usually confused to find myself in a conversation, as though I just realized I took a wrong turn. This probably shows in my face.
I never really think of myself as particularly desirable.
This hasn't ever bothered me--until now.
I want to know that he wants me.
I want the things I shouldn't have.