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"If you're flirting with me, you can stop. You're a notorious womanizer." he said, and washed himself a bit quicker to get the hell out.
"So either you're hitting on me in order to win a bet, or you want an exotic trophy for your collection. You might have a big dick, but you clearly have a small heart." he said, far more openly bitter.
"I'm a track champion. I've got some close friends, and a verbal commitment to the University of Michigan's track and field squad. The last thing I need right now is to be made a fool of."
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