My Stories
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Dear Sweetheart, I lay awake all ye olde middle ages thinking of you, your furry smile, and our tryst in the a large, gaping, empty, crater of darkness and despair. Whimsica
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As I was meandering politely down the jagged, endless cliffs of abyss one fine summer's hour, the most obnoxious, tasty laddie nastily
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During one of your archery practices you have trouble shooting the arrow thingy, so Matt walks up behind you and helps you and you look lovingly into his eyes,
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You walk down the hall, and your heart skips a beat. Kyle comes into view. You sigh lovingly to yourself. His perfect hair, his perfect teeth, his likeness to dylan. CRASH! You
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