March 8, 2008
Nice Weather, eh?
You finally got in line for the fountain behind the hottie from the soccer team. He glanced at you, noticed your existence, and you shrank like a prune inside. He drank his fill, he even gargled, and he half-smiled as he took one last look at you. You shrank farther into a raisin. more…
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