A leather jacket,โ Kami said as he shrugged into it. โArenโt you trying a little too hard to play into certain bad boy clichรฉs?โ โNahโ, said Jared. โYouโre thinking of black leather. Black leatherโs for bad boys. Itโs all in the color. You wouldnโt think I was a bad boy if I was wearing a pink leather jacket.โ โThatโs true,โ Kami said. โWhat I would think of you, I do not know. So what does brown leather mean, then?โ โIโm going for manly,โ Jared said. โMaybe a little rugged.โ โItโs bits of dead cow; donโt ask it to perform miracles.
Sarah Rees BrennanHe had called girls to him before. There was nothing so easy whether you were walking into a classroom, a club, or down the street. All you had to do was send out the right signals, give her the right look, turn your body the right way, and never for a moment let it cross your mind that she might not be interested.
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