The Weird Ones
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Last published Fri, Jul 15, 2016
Thinking back, maybe I should've read those magazines on charming women. Maybe I should've watched a few chick flicks as well, because nobody told me it was going to be this hard. Might as well start now, so that the next female I date doesn't leave me locked up in a phonebooth right after she breaks up with me.
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