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F**k butterflies, my stomach has birds in it. My body's shaking, my heart is racing, my pulse is high. You're gorgeous, and I woke up this morning with a zit. How'd a girl like you settle for a "me" kind of guy? I'm usually witty, but my words don't work well for this. It's just that you're so pretty, you make my knees weak! At the end of the date, my pulse hit five-fifty. I realize it's lame that I asked for permission before we kissed... I was just trying to take the time to aim for your lips. See, the funny part is...                                        I was afraid I might miss.
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
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F**k butterflies, my stomach has birds in it. My body's shaking, my heart is racing, my pulse is high. You're gorgeous, and I woke up this morning with a zit. How'd a girl like you settle for a "me" kind of guy? I'm usually witty, but my words don't work well for this. It's just that you're so pretty, you make my knees weak! At the end of the date, my pulse hit five-fifty. I realize it's lame that I asked for permission before we kissed... I was just trying to take the time to aim for your lips. See, the funny part is...                                        I was afraid I might miss.
Butterflies in your stomach is a good thing, right?
ian-steele
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
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