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Join Date: Jun 2003
Location: Harlem
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Feb 27th, 2004, 05:21 PM
Oh, I could make something out of my social life if I really wanted to.
Step 1: Say something to her.
Everything else would fall in place.
I just need to get over my anxiety attacks. Yes, I call them attacks. Sometimes, if I'm thinking romantic thoughts, I sneeze. And my hands get all sweaty. Get past that, and it's an open road.
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I have seen all things that are done under the sun; all is vanity and a chase after wind.
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