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after 1 or (two) drinks and one (2) many glances into your eyes kissing my neck feels less like a compromise; feels less like an uncorked bottle of half-priced lies, feels less grimy, no longer a cheap disguise for a dolled-up girl with one (2) many drinks who can't stop looking in your eyes.
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
the champagne is free (but you still won't drink it)
after 1 or (two) drinks and one (2) many glances into your eyes kissing my neck feels less like a compromise; feels less like an uncorked bottle of half-priced lies, feels less grimy, no longer a cheap disguise for a dolled-up girl with one (2) many drinks who can't stop looking in your eyes.
can we talk about the fact that i had 'feisty' spelled wrong in my bio for like 3 months and none y'all told me
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
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