Mwah! I love you, prettyface, said the boy. His heart all aflutter as he wandered, floated, stumbled home all alone at 4:36am on a dark Tuesday morning. Prettyface. I love you. He thought a little, a lot, all the time about love and kisses and romance. Why couldn't he think about nice things, like dragons and airships. But now, affection & devotion
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