sexual-socks,
You know how the song goes: "magical men say only sharpie markers rush in." Well, I'm afraid I must. I can't wait another minute to feel your mint green embrace. Now I know how willy wonka felt when the running shoes first parted to reveal surly cupid silhouetted against a blotchy sky. It was raised eyebrows at first sight! Please be mine. I'll be right here, rolling swampy until you get here.
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