smooth on that chapstick, your lips will long mine, forever.
i love the way the sarcasm rolls off my tounge. the spitting image of you typing blanks, its getting old darling. time to come up with some new sweet sweet comments, to tease me into your pants. try & talk your way through it, but it doesnt seem to work anymore. the taste of cigarette smoke is adapting you my body. this is my new addiction, yet it
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