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it's like riding a biker

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[Aug. 15th, 2003|09:11 am]
it's like riding a biker
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Wesley blushed, stammered, blushed again and fixed her with a look of indignation two or three steps up from her earlier tone.

When Faith's once over didn't dissolve into laughter, the Watcher turned a deeper shade of pink.

"R-really?" he stuttered in a hopeful voice, raising his shoulders and lifting his chin. "I've always thought that Giles is very distinguished looking, quite attractive really. I mean, to women, not to me of course, but--Do you really think I'm attractive?" By this point, Wesley had started fidgeting and his ears were turning red. He quickly put down the dish towel he'd been twisting and started foraging in the cupboards as an excuse to look away.
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