I was at campus. I got bored. I started counting which girls I'd like to have sex with out of all the ones I saw. I counted up to 50 from my math class, to the bookstore, and back to the car. Number 43 was tops, a petite little librarian looking thing in a summer dress. Petite isn't always my thing, but she was doing the 'cute' look to an awesome degree. I then realized I NEED TO GET LAID.
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