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Jan 2010
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.)
Kathy Myers
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Kathy Myers  34/F/Lost in Translation
(34/F/Lost in Translation)   
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