i write riveting messages to potential mates:
i read you smoke cigars. i smoked a cigar for the first time with my grandpa last week. i picked the smallest one he had - it was still too much tobacco. but i finished it, like a champ. i didn't want him to think he had a wimp for a granddaughter.
Jun 18, 2011
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