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What? Are you HERE? She's on her phone, waiting for her suitcase. *Girlfriend, I live twenty minutes away from the Airport. Now get your luggage and run out Here before your roses start Stinking.* She's through the arrival gates in five minutes. Swapping flowers for bags and a kiss, I cannot for my own life grasp Her surprise. *Not used to being treated Like a woman?* She smells her roses, fresh from 7-11, Click-clackety-clacking down the airport Tiles with less to carry than Ever, this day. She answers, and I Feel so **** Giant. What a drawf World it has Become...
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
So **** Giant
What? Are you HERE? She's on her phone, waiting for her suitcase. *Girlfriend, I live twenty minutes away from the Airport. Now get your luggage and run out Here before your roses start Stinking.* She's through the arrival gates in five minutes. Swapping flowers for bags and a kiss, I cannot for my own life grasp Her surprise. *Not used to being treated Like a woman?* She smells her roses, fresh from 7-11, Click-clackety-clacking down the airport Tiles with less to carry than Ever, this day. She answers, and I Feel so **** Giant. What a drawf World it has Become...
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
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