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I like camels
I have a simple request guys. Can we at least wait till our first date before you start to tell me you want to fuck me? I have no idea what would make you think I am some sort of easy slut, but I most certainly am not. In fact, I am offended at how crude you guys are. There is simply no reason to treat a lady like this. Answer this poor girls question in the forums .
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I bet even money that when a guy stares at her chest (t-shirt or not), she gets all huffy, pissy, and bent out of shape, too. I know the type.
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