we are not lovers, we are not romantics, we are here to save you
I feel like walking outside wearing nothing to keep me warm but an oversized orange hat that I no longer possess. I feel like daring the wind to whip my hair flirtatiously around my face. I feel like jumping into the sole care of the breeze and having my meager one hundred pounds be carried away by a cold emotionless gust, feeling his tempting
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I also *really* like "fair fickle cheek".
it's really nice, Sam.
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