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Was it so wrong to want a nice guy for herself? Jill thought dismally. One that wasn’t too good looking, nor too arrogant or full of himself. She’d also like it if he could be faithful.
Now that would be a definite bonus.
The last wanker she’d dated probably had frostbite on his balls his pants were off so often. Now she thought about it, she’d also like a man who was under forty but over twenty-five.
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