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darren... i drool, i pine, i drop to the ground with intent of kissing you feet everytime you walk past like a lepper to jesus... let us all pray for his speedy recovery of his cold while he remains in 'struggle street' as he would say... i crave for the opportunity to be consistently in his presence enough to catch his illness. from your blonde highlights, to your preppy striped shirts back up to those infamous dimples i think of nothing else but you.