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Someone shared this on facebook and it is so accurate for me it isn’t funny. When other girls were chasing boys on the playground, trading Bonne Bell Lip Smackers, and just generally learning how to be girls, I was in the sandbox making my dinosaur gummies that had been leftover from lunch reek havoc on the town I made out of Lincoln Logs. I completely missed the class on proper flirting techniques and now I am almost 22 and my way of flirting is pretending like the object of my affection doesn’t exist. Yeah, it’s going pretty well.
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