He touched my face.

Published on November 6, 2004 By propagandhi In Philosophy

The tall Brit/Isle of Manner touched my face like it was his. He told me that when I smiled he wanted to talk to me. Then his skank walked in. He's such a fucking flirt that fucker. But he manages it so well. Why can't I bag a man like that, an older brother figure that's good for me. That's sparing but genuine with the compliments.

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