After deriding my age and sensing I was unhappy about that because I began to ignore him, a teenage boy assured me the other day that I am "cute, but in the same way that a brontosaurus is cute" and I wonder if that means I am still fuckable or just a dumpy, fraudulent assemblage of bones?
(I'm holding out hope for fuckable.)
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