I saw you sitting outside of Ann Taylor Loft at the Towne Center, a blonde, muscular, tall glass of water (M) with a huge cast on your leg. You look like the evil fiance on Wedding Crashers. I’m the girl who walked by you staring at your hotness. I’ll nurse you back to health so we can make some babies.
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