when i walk down the street and a guy of my type appears all of a sudden, my eyes, without any doubt, instantaneously become like magnets, but of course, on a subtle fashion. it has already became a reflex. and i hate it because it reminds me more and more each day that there's this 1 in a million chance that i would end up with my kind of guy. the real ones, the tough ones.
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