Arg...
Checked out the Smiths' Louder Than Bombs to myself at the library that I was filling a shift at but forgot it on the counter but I can't go back inside the building for fear of ripping my clothes off for the sake of the tall, soft spoken, slouching male co-worker with the Mississippi deep south accent.
....He makes me want to bake pies.
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