you’re my favorite
You're Snickers, you're pickles, you're the one that tickles. Part shall we not, because I simply cannot become a crockpot. I'm thinking about you all the time, yeah maybe you're fine, but don't forget I am blind. Being with you is a dream come true, it's okay, I thoroughly thought it through. Good and bad, happy and sad, up and down, left and right, despite our pillow fight, it was not even close to becoming a gunfight. Little Debbie honey buns, cheese curls by the tons, all our favorite things to brighten our days in the sun.
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