i complete me
but i wouldn't mind sitting on your lap, with my head on your shoulder hearing you read poetry. i wouldn't mind a bit.
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i know no better experience than growing your own strawberries, except, perhaps, eating them.
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3 comments:
In the end, that's likely true for everyone. About the best one can hope for is a prominent position
on another's "Favorite ingredients"
list- not the worst place in the world. Anent poetry- it's funny, but that's the perfect ending to
days spent, senselessly swinging
a scimitar. Something invariably comes up...
awww
this is sweet
sounds good to me
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