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Numb3rs


You don’t look me in the eyes.

But you want my number.

Baby, I got numbers coming out of every pore…

 

3-that’s how many years it took for me to get my Bachelor’s Degree

 

4- that’s the number of kids I want to have

 

6-that’s the number of times I have been in love

 

8-that’s the number of siblings in my family

 

11- that’s how old I was when I got my period

 

17-that’s how old I was when I lost my virginity

 

21-that’s how old I was when my grandfather passed away

 

23-that is how old I am now….

 

Still want my number?

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