There were these 12 year old boys hanging around. As I got my food and left they were all checking me out like little prepubescent lemurs and one of them said “Can I get your number?” And I turned around and said “Why, you need a babysitter?”
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Longer hems, covered boobs, and clothes we can breathe in. Is that too much to ask for?