He was the perfect guy.
He helped me pick out a cute top, offered to see a chick flick with me. Most guy don't.
At the mall, I saw a thin man strut by.
"Look at him," I joked.
"Oh, he's hot," He said. he wasn't joking.
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ReplyDeletethat's good...at first i thought that it was a poem, but then i realized that's its fifty-five fiction. hhaha ^.^ anyway...good job! I like it a lot.
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