Red high heels and understated black kind of says, “I could fuck the living shit out of you if I wanted to but seriously, go look in the mirror. Do you honestly think you could handle it? I didn’t think so. I’m going to go now and you should stay here and have another beer and try to focus on someone closer to your league.
Honestly, you’d be happier that way.
We both would.
You’re sweet though.
Don’t get me wrong—but I have to go.
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