"Brake, brake, brake!" I squeal.
We are slammed forward. You say,
"You're so beautiful."
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 10:44 AM UTC
"Brake, brake, brake!" I squeal.
We are slammed forward. You say,
"You're so beautiful."
You almost ran the red because you were looking over at me.
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