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Awkward

So. Yea. About that night... It was great. But now I can't look at you Without seeing how you made me Feel... intensely good. I bumped into you again so I could feel your smell Making its way down... Fuck! Um. Was I going to ask you about the homework Or if you can still hear your lips on my... I think it was the homework.
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Sep 12, 2010
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