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With your looks, you'll have no trouble at all.

Holy moly, I'm sick as a dog. Tonsils like golf balls, freezing all day, sweating all night. My teeth were actually chattering yesterday, uncontrollably, like one of those wind-up toys. (Sexxxy, I know.) I'm getting under the covers for the rest of the day.

(10/27/05)