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Anne I didn't know what to say. Never in all my life has a guy ever said those things to me. Well, I have been told I am beautiful. That wasn't new. But normally, guys end up telling me I am a b***h. It was one of the reasons I struggled with keeping a boyfriend. My mouth got me in trouble more often than it did anything else. I had a hard time not speaking my mind. I also refused just to sit and look pretty. I wasn't all looks and knew some things. I wouldn't say I was the smartest person alive, but I also wasn't stupid and refused to act the part of the dumb blonde. "Well…now I didn't mean it like that…I didn't say you had to stop, only that you didn't have to." A smile pulled at his lips but didn't last long as he forced himself to stop. It looked like it hurt quite a bit for him t

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