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it's something about those late night phone calls. my palms get sweaty when our fingers are entertwined. i wanna make spaghetti at one in morning after i hang out with you. it's something about the way you tell me that you want to be able to open up to me. it's something about great danes and mashed potatoes and the way we pretend that we don't give a fuck about what other people think. err, scratch that, we know we're dorks. but it could be the bean burrito especials or the fact that we're lazy and like to take naps. or that you're secretly a millionaire and you have a rotational order for playing your cds. it could just be that you're a damn duck and have probably read more books than i've ever even heard of. regardless, you're really having an effect on me.
p.s. - you Fuck at life! <3
p.s. - you Fuck at life! <3