I walked in and caught her smiling.
She was color coordinated in a denim pink skirt, a pink shirt and jacket, pink teardrop earrings, and accessorized.
I stayed way past my welcome, or so I thought... But she kept talking to me.
Her friendliness was my downfall. That and the fact that she's married.
She hyphenated her last name.
*swoon*
She told me about her desire to study humanitarian law, how she felt that people in other countries were being taken advantage of. I told her about going to see Jane Goodall.
We talked about Legos, adding machines, and DOS
I loved her glasses.
She is a troublemaker. I can tell.
Why are all the good ones taken?
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