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Come over here. We bought this love seat for a reason. No use in wasting such a lovely purchase. Good Lord, no. My only motivation is proper stewardship of our possessions, you gorgeous man. No, I don’t have secret agenda of snuggling and reading a book curled up in the nook of your arm. Just sit yourself down here and read your literature. We won’t talk. We will sit silently. Absorbing. Inhaling. If I reach over to your arm, don’t flinch. Just curl to my shape. Just grip my shoulder like it is a pen and you are a writer. Then write about my not-so-unknown intentions in your margins.
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Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
Ikea Not In Vain
Come over here. We bought this love seat for a reason. No use in wasting such a lovely purchase. Good Lord, no. My only motivation is proper stewardship of our possessions, you gorgeous man. No, I don’t have secret agenda of snuggling and reading a book curled up in the nook of your arm. Just sit yourself down here and read your literature. We won’t talk. We will sit silently. Absorbing. Inhaling. If I reach over to your arm, don’t flinch. Just curl to my shape. Just grip my shoulder like it is a pen and you are a writer. Then write about my not-so-unknown intentions in your margins.
05/01/13
ella-snyder
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Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
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