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Overall, I've always put up with Beatrice very well. She was nice to look at too. Blonde, green eyes, a beautiful mouth. He always said what he thought, no matter how ridiculous it was, and he didn't care much about pleasing others. Not to mention that she had the habit of throwing a lot of hints at me, as if she really had an attraction to other women, although I knew very well that she was the kind that hit on and ran. I never corresponded, but just by looking, anyone would say that Beatrice was too fresh to deal with the intensity of an intimate relationship with someone of the same sex.

"And what do you know about Colton and me? "I questioned by lowering my eyes, poking my own slice of lemon in the long cup. Beatrice giggled softly, and I snorted. "Everyone insists on saying that Colton and I have something, when we have never been seen in public showing any affection. He only took care of me when I had my problems. And that's all.”

"So why do you get so nervous when talking about