Everytime he talks to me, my cheeks go a little more pink, my grin gets a little bit wider and my heart races a little bit faster. But i will never make the first move.
They think i'm outrageous. I think i'm fantastic. And he thinks i'm delicious.
6:18 p.m. - 2007-08-29
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