I think he's attracted to you, he said later that night. Honey, they're all attracted to me, I'm pretty and appear to be nice. And what would you do with that, he stopped to ask, so I answered, as only a girl would, a girl who waited on sidelines and listened to all those stories. I'm going to use it, I told him slowly, and I'm going to make it work.Birth sign: Aquarius
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