"She Likes It"
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Blue Peggy Grey is my full name. Yes, I realize how weird it is to have 2 colors in your name, Or, so I've been told on numerous occasions. I'm a short 5-foot girl with light skin, and long (And I mean long) blonde hair that I can actually sit on, accompanied by Huge gray-blue eyes which, once again, I've been told is weird several times. I have short flimsy fingernails and am way above average when it comes to reading, writing, and studying the revolutionary war. However, I suck at math and science, writing AND speaking Spanish and just being a good person in general.
So, overall, I'm nothing special.
But I have a secret. What I want. What I need. What I crave. And I can see in his eyes that he wants the same.
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