I am physically unable to play it cool.
I am a blusher. For instance, when I invited the beautiful, bearded boy to the New Year’s party that I will be attending, I could feel the burn in my cheeks. Inside my head, I was begging for it to stop, but no. The fire raged on. I walked to back to Amy after the encounter and whispered, “I’m blushing, right?” “Yes. Yes, you are.”
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misscaitie said:
Story of my life.
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