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I build a blanket fort and name it Olympus with a wishful thinking of you coming over. Smoking is forbidden in my celestial hall. Take your shoes off, I don't mind your stinky feet. Let's play war- I'd be your Hera and you'd be my Titan. I would bite your neck, kiss you on your shoulder, **** you with kindness, call you Atlas and make you hold my sky up forever and a day.
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
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I build a blanket fort and name it Olympus with a wishful thinking of you coming over. Smoking is forbidden in my celestial hall. Take your shoes off, I don't mind your stinky feet. Let's play war- I'd be your Hera and you'd be my Titan. I would bite your neck, kiss you on your shoulder, **** you with kindness, call you Atlas and make you hold my sky up forever and a day.
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
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