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I came back to Lynchburg to sunny, eighty-degree weather. What a shock from the thirties of the morning. The larger surprise, however, was the scent on the breeze. Everybody's been saying it. Spring. It was more humid, things were starting to bloom. Thankfully, it cooled down from the horrid eighty degrees to a more manageable sixties range
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You are so not orignal. The first one I heard that from was my mom. Which may be sad, I guess...
But, really, I love the sex. What can I say?
I LOVE YOU LIKE I LOVE SEX, NICK! Only just a little less so, but very close nonetheless.
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