Sometimes I wish he'd be there when I'm walking home. ...or to work. Or anywhere. I could step out of this library and see him waiting for me on the sidewalk, smiling warmly as I come into his sights...and then...
I'd kick him. ^____^ Right in the fracas. Maybe twice. Y'know, just to make sure. Two swift, punishing blows to the bullocks and I'd be
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