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"Hm.. well, I was known as the 'fuck boy' all through highschool, even when I was a freshmen, even though I had a girlfriend most of the time," |
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"Oh?" She asked, confused on why |
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Nathan Croft -
"Yeah," he said with a shrug. "That was probably because I broke up with those girls every few weeks. But I had good reasons," |
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"Well hopefully your next girlfriend is a lot better." She suggested |
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Nathan Croft -
Nate nodded "Yeah, I hope," he agreed. "I have had my eye on a girl," |
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"Do I know 'em?" She asked, curious |
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Nathan Croft -
"Probably. Shes a barrel racer too," |
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"Ooh. Last name?" She asked |
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"Not sure," he lied. "She's got brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes," |
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"Have I seen her recently? Does she have a horse?" She asked, starting to catch on |
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