It doesn't feel much like ****
when I text you the day after
the incident,
to say I left my card at your house,
and go to collect it,
with a quick peck on the cheek,
a squeeze of my ***
and its as if it never happened...
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
It doesn't feel much like ****
when I text you the day after
the incident,
to say I left my card at your house,
and go to collect it,
with a quick peck on the cheek,
a squeeze of my ***
and its as if it never happened...
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