Contributor: Amanda Firefox

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You know the woman who was standing in the coffee shop last Sunday,

Watching you,

That was me.

Watching you, admiring you, your beauty, loving you, hoping you would notice, hoping you wouldn’t.

I love you, want you, need you.

How do I put this?

How do I not sound desperate?

I’m not desperate,

I just love you, love you. . .

And I’m too afraid to talk to you.

I guess that you’re just going to have to make the first move.

If I don’t just reach out and rip your clothes off first.


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Amanda Firefox is a fiery little brunette who spends as much time at the beach as she can manage. She doesn't write much, but when she writes, it's almost always about her favorite subject: boys.