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big girls do it better
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BIG GIRLS DO IT BETTER


Two things get me into trouble: food, and my mouth. That's how it all started with Chase: first food, then my mouth. I had just finished DJing at a bar appropriately called The Dive, and I needed a snack. I headed to the twenty-four-hour Ram's Horn a few miles away from the bar.

That night, I was way more sober than I usually was whenever I visited the Ram's Horn. Let's just say the tips at The Dive were usually of the liquid variety, but that particular night, I hadn't been tipped as well as usual. Still, I'd had a couple, and I swayed as I made my way through the crowded parking lot. I stumbled through the door and bumped right into trouble of the tall, dark, and handsome variety. He apologized as I looked away, flushing in embarrassment.

I sneaked a peek, and embarrassment turned to lust. This guy was HOT. I couldn't make myself meet his eyes. I mumbled an apology and scurried to my usual corner booth, where I hid behind the menu.

I pretended to peruse a menu I knew by heart. I've always had a passion for life, and that translated into overindulgence. What can I say? I've never met a cupcake I didn't want to get to know better.

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