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A reflection of melted mascara, glazed eyes, and motorcycle hair in the bathroom mirror realized, Cupid doesn't work here. He doesn't shoot arrows to women on barstools. Guys might shoot darts, but only to nail a red dot. So she ubered home.

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courtney-pruitt

30 / F

For You?

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courtney-pruitt

30 / F

Published: Sep 14, 2014
LinesWords: 1342

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