She walked in the door with all the classic symptoms. The first words I hear her say are not the usual pleasantries, another sign of the state I highly expect her to be in. No, she goes right into cussing her hormones. She is almost right. It is a chemical problem.
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Such a beautiful girl wasting her beauty on the guys who just want a drunk chick. I beg you to look through my eyes for one moment. If she could (and she could if she wanted) she would see an absolutely stunning young lady with an intellect to match.
But that's not on her mind right now. "Why do I always fuckin' do this?" Because, beautiful, you think that's what it takes to get a guy. Any guy who goes for that has no class.
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