December 13, 2011 09:37:47 PM
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Victoria
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It’s happening. My heart flutters. My palms sweat. Ever since my zit-faced, pubescent freshman year I’ve been waiting for the stars to align, for the impossible to become so, for the woman I love to notice me. The perfect woman, Vivian. Leggy, pouty-lipped, “You’re smart, let’s be partners,” Vivian. Vivian, whose mane swept over one seductive, hazel eye. This is it. My one and only chance to finally get the girl.
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from “norman”: you've encounter the male libido and taken it for your own; in every creative sense, identified beyond your gender to identify with a broader humanity -- whether you are in fact male or female
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