I saw these words bounced toward me as I walked along the corridor, "Kiss Me". Oh wow, how inviting to a hormone-raging bull but unfortunately, or fortunately, I'd say, I wasn't a hormone-raging bull or else I would be doing what I couldn't help doing. Blaming the hormones wouldn't be much good either because then I'd have done what I absolutely don't want to do.
Anyway, "Kiss Me" passed by without any problems from me but I can't say that for the fellow behind. I think he was drooling and wet his pants as strange sounds came from his direction as soon as "Kiss Me" came into his line of sight.
I sighed and shook my head. Why can't people stop issuing invitations they don't want to issue. But then, maybe they do. Who knows?
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