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She's laying on my couch. Wrapped up in my old school Pokemon blanket. She's sleeping. She wasn't feeling well, fever and all, so I invited her over. I wanted to take care of her. I got her a McChicken (That's what she wanted) Medium Dr.Pepper. I rubbed her back, and now, She's sleeping. I don't normally smile while I write. Right now, my cheeks hurt because I can't stop. She's so beautiful. It's not every day you catch an angel napping on your couch.
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC
Napping Angels.
She's laying on my couch. Wrapped up in my old school Pokemon blanket. She's sleeping. She wasn't feeling well, fever and all, so I invited her over. I wanted to take care of her. I got her a McChicken (That's what she wanted) Medium Dr.Pepper. I rubbed her back, and now, She's sleeping. I don't normally smile while I write. Right now, my cheeks hurt because I can't stop. She's so beautiful. It's not every day you catch an angel napping on your couch.
jsturner
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC
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