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After Hours

by mls97

I don't care where we go. I've finished my drink; You're thinking about what's underneath my clothes. So take me home, and you can stay in my bed until the moon becomes the sun instead. Please be gone in the morning.

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mls97

American

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Written by

mls97

American

Published

Sep 28, 2016

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