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a level of compatibility that is distinguished and ascertainablw, it is so so more than finishing each other’s sentences, it is answering them, before they are next to be spoken, inducting a wondrous expression that is a potpourri of amaze, a beloving of how, never why, a growling tender from back of the throat, that speaks of come hither, and a challenge, tell me what I’m thinking, whispering come ever closer, all par for the early moments of just awoken eye rubbing confusion, we skip the hello’s and proceed direct to my beloved, that never grows yellowing just mellowing after nearly two decades she offers me breakfast choices well advertised, in a different order, thinking I won’t notice, which I pretend they are  entirely nouveau, weighing the merits of each before, of approving a ritualistic only love poem of her composing, though she reminds lunch will be five ounces of onion coated, cream cheese whipped, and an assortment of fish from the North Atlantic, ergo, she is saying go my darling within your constraints, for she knows the side to side head shakes my evaluation  and stil agress agrees, that I will bring but, another ember long last heating and she rewards my decision with knotted nods of a certifying agreement, that my right role of agreer-in-chief, has made a wiser kinder correct(ed) contribution
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Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 6:34 AM UTC
simpatico (a true live test)
a level of compatibility that is distinguished and ascertainablw, it is so so more than finishing each other’s sentences, it is answering them, before they are next to be spoken, inducting a wondrous expression that is a potpourri of amaze, a beloving of how, never why, a growling tender from back of the throat, that speaks of come hither, and a challenge, tell me what I’m thinking, whispering come ever closer, all par for the early moments of just awoken eye rubbing confusion, we skip the hello’s and proceed direct to my beloved, that never grows yellowing just mellowing after nearly two decades she offers me breakfast choices well advertised, in a different order, thinking I won’t notice, which I pretend they are  entirely nouveau, weighing the merits of each before, of approving a ritualistic only love poem of her composing, though she reminds lunch will be five ounces of onion coated, cream cheese whipped, and an assortment of fish from the North Atlantic, ergo, she is saying go my darling within your constraints, for she knows the side to side head shakes my evaluation  and stil agress agrees, that I will bring but, another ember long last heating and she rewards my decision with knotted nods of a certifying agreement, that my right role of agreer-in-chief, has made a wiser kinder correct(ed) contribution
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Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 6:34 AM UTC
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