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I’m not great at flirting. Or talking to people I’m interested in. With all my boyfriends, I’ve always waited for them to make the first (and second, and so on) move. I was mostly talking to myself when I said “don’t screw up”. But there he was. Straight out of my top shelf, grade-A jerkoff material. He was wearing a well-loved black leather jacket with dust in the seams, and tight, faded jeans that showed off his ass to perfection. And that was just the view from behind. I needed to talk to him. I needed to not sound like an idiot. I needed to run to the other end of the exhibition hall and maybe just keep running all the way home and stick to my creased pictures.
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