Not His Type

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Evan Mike ignored my glares and continued to flirt with Annie. I don't know what his deal was. Did he really like her, or was he just trying to f**k with me for some reason? But Mike wasn't that type of guy. I've never seen him 'play' around. He just broke up with his long-time girlfriend Mary two months ago, so maybe he was on the rebound? But was Annie even his type? I stared at them while he chatted away about some game. I was burning with jealousy every time Annie smiled at him. I am going to kill him later. "So, how come you have to wear such thick glasses? You can't see without them at all?" Mike asked. "I can see a little. Just not well. Everything is blurry and kind of disoriented without them," she said. "How about contacts? You have such pretty eyes. It's a shame that you ha

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