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Cads Who Dream

Love's a loaded craps game, played by crappy people, lads who dream a sweet and willing cavalcade of perfect mates who can't exist (though in the yahoo's mind they must, or how would any man get kssed or be excused the wolfish lust of crappy people, cads who dream?)
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Written by
lucan
American
Published
Sep 3, 2012
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This is just a (necessary) corrective to all the slap-happy sappy drivel everyone keeps churning out in the hyper-inflated Hollywoods of our yearnings and desires. I know, I know -- it seems so REAL at the time.

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