Sunday, February 15, 2009

I spoke and he gave me a look, but I don't speak Spanish, so I couldn't read him.

"Little girl, you have no idea what you're doing," was one guess.
"Really? You're trying to talk to me," was another. Truthfully, it was something much more akin to, "You talk way too fast."

A girl gets nervous, you know, about cigarettes and casual sex.

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