She was staring straight at me. Her eyes were brown. Okay, maybe I look rich, but I wouldn't let some 'Cliffie-even one with pretty eyes-call me dumb. "What the hell makes you so smart?" I asked. "I wouldn't go for coffee with you," she answered. "Listen-I wouldn't ask you." "That," she replied, "is what makes you stupid."
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