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Now I was never good at dealing with embarrassing situations. I did one of two things, I either ran away or I passed out. Seeing as how my hand won't let go of the guy's posterior, I took the only option I had left: I fainted.
Romance - Fiction Rated: T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 4 - Words: 12,462 - Reviews: 25 - Updated: 11-26-07 - Published: 1-8-07