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I think this is why I keep trying to get my boyfriend to fight with me. He's a big muscle guy, wrestled through high school and in the army, so its not like I could do anything to him. The only time I could ever get a reaction out of him, I was drunk and trying to get to my keys, or to his kitchen drawer and he threw his arms around me while I just kicked and screamed. Still just wanna fight him.
Grrr
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