Scarves obscure our passion as we sleep away our addiction.

[fourth]

She was quiet when I left and our good-by kiss was perfect. We packed into the back of the truck and I knew if I managed this feat, no plane would crash that day. I finally felt complete. And now, the real sap:

"Can you say: 'Milky Way?'"
"Milky Cannon, go!"
"Would you like a throat massage?"
"Big! BIG! Bigger~!"
"Like morning breath."

TICKLE WAR UPDATE:

CHRIS 19
JULIE 5

I'll see you at the tree, princess.