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it’s strange; whenever I think of you (which is often, I must admit) I can’t help but smile to myself just a little bit.
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Sep 5, 2023
Sep 5, 2023 at 11:24 PM UTC
strange
it’s strange; whenever I think of you (which is often, I must admit) I can’t help but smile to myself just a little bit.
I think I might be in trouble.
KittG
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24/F/Maine
Sep 5, 2023
Sep 5, 2023 at 11:24 PM UTC
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