My hair slicked back, cologne spritzed on just right, brand new fitted tux, I knew all the ladies were looking. This was my chance to make a sure pass at Jessica McCarthy, the hottest girl in school. I walked right past her, then stopped, turned my head and gave her a clear oeillade. She had to notice my actions, my longing look. She knew.
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