been spending hours upon hours in his arms. in his car. in his bed. his shower. we make kissy faces across the room. tickle fights. love bites. we pet magical fantasy animals in the stark white of the solarium. smoke more pot than humanly possible out of the lisa frank piece. tomorrow = a 2 gram pre-rolled cyclone with our names on it. we
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