I cannot begin to describe how frequently my mole burns for you. As I write this, I'm spelunking in my non-sequitur, unable to contain my white-water-rafting desire. Please, accept my ill-advised embrace and know that you're truly the lychee of my eye.
I yearn for you occasionally,
Risu the Troll
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Dearest Atomsk- true insanity,
I cannot begin to describe how worryingly my head burns for you. As I write this, I'm wallowing in my hangover, unable to contain my murderous desire. Please, accept my alcohol-fuelled embrace and know that you're truly the gherkin of my eye.
I yearn for you temporarily,
Risu the Troll
