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Meet? Us? When? Now? Why. Here? HERE? I could swear unto you that my heart just stopped.
Well, I could meet you after work at the taco bell on the corner of westhampton and schrodingsdale street.
But . . .
Don't you think this is a little premature?
--always the composer of his minds (for you)
Robby
Way to ignore three quarters of the letter and just focus on what you want to be true.
ReplyDeleteTwentieth-century lit much?
I've been getting spam. Shah duh!!! This is my account of a fake relationship.
ReplyDeleteYes, I know that.
ReplyDeleteBut why did you choose to account it this way?