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If the guy likes/loves you, he won't care if you are a good kisser or not.He should like you for what you are - not how you kiss.

Meg Cabot

If the guy likes/loves you, he won't care if you are a good kisser or not.He should like you for what you are - not how you kiss.

Tags: kissing

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