Taste.
All it would have taken was a paste from the clipboard.
You have the right of it. If I could just concentrate on here, I wouldn't have to worry. That must have been terrible, all the work my mouth made you do. I'm sorry.
I can't leave well enough alone.
I've had to buy new everything, and as the weather warms, everything will get smaller. I should stop asking if it looks good. I just can't lift my shirts up for inspection.
I hope I forget about this, and I stop myself from deleting it.
Frosting Marco's cake should be fun. Stoned.
I wish I had the words to explain the level of depravity I might be capable of with you.
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