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Crossover Flirting By Allison M. Whittenberg Imagine your finance's hand up my thigh Him telling me I looked like a Black Julia Roberts So innocent, so hot Something about my narrow face My steel belted radial lips … All right I liked it This being fed. Enormous is my head that your boyfriend's grossly blatant come-ons Hit me with fuzzy caterpillar harmlessness Of course, now, I know this ruins the echelon of things I now interfere with your zip-locked dreams of marriage Normalcy A house in Linden Hills He said we were the same: Skinny and grinny Till then I had no idea that Hollywood's Highest paid actress Looked like a white version of me. |
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