Though my room was well-lit, I still awoke grabbing and feeling frantically throughout my covers. Nothing, merely a dream. Waking up in the haze of tangled, old legs was neither familiar nor welcome. It had been multiple years since I felt those cold legs intertwine with my own, and unfortunately I was by no means prepared for the vivid imagery
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i think you will love what he has to say in his entries. a little creative motivation maybe? you've got good taste and whatever you're trying to do, just keep doing, and i'ma keep supporting it.
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i guess i should talk...
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We should both talk, over coffee.
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