Watching chick-flicks is a dangerous past-time. It makes me want a boy. I want to hold hands, cuddle and, yes, maybe recieve a kiss or two. I want to smile that smile, you know the one. Those who can bring that smile to my face aren't allowed. Maybe Steven Shaw will come up here next semester and I'll swoop in for the catch. Or I could keep watching romantic comedies until I overdose.
I don't have problem. I can quit any time I want. I just don't want to.
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You have more self control than I do. I'm not sure I could quit! We'll just keep watching them together. :)
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