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Fortune

She puts her hand in his back pocket.

I know they're going home together tonight.

She's about as predictable as a fortune cookie (everything always ends in bed.)

In three days she'll forget the whole thing. (I wish everything in life was that easy.)

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Published: Jan 25, 2010
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