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Blindfolded taking great care to aim true to loves path Cupid arched his bow and sneezed, letting loose a gold tipped arrow too soon. ''Shit'' he muttered to himself in Latin, wiping his nose on a bare forearm. ''More heartbreak, I hate the ******     summertime....... .......I really should wear something with sleeves''
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
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Blindfolded taking great care to aim true to loves path Cupid arched his bow and sneezed, letting loose a gold tipped arrow too soon. ''Shit'' he muttered to himself in Latin, wiping his nose on a bare forearm. ''More heartbreak, I hate the ******     summertime....... .......I really should wear something with sleeves''
Don't trust in love when the pollen count is high!
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
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