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![I know she tolerates my flirting](http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/338/200/she_tolerates_me.jpg)
"Yeah right."
She had no reason to believe me: the hands on her waist, kisses to her cheeks, the not so subtle words of intent.
As drawn in and colored to the outer lines I'd become around her, I always knew that tolerance had its limits.
I also have mine.
What the Fuck?
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