ONE HUNDRED FIVE
Ishiah! Ishiah?
After the romantic candlelit dinner, we're going to that canopy you so highly praise. There will be stargazing and whatever puerile, somber activity you seem so fatalistically inclined towards, and afterwards, more... athletic feats. Pants aren't optional. They aren't even an option.
Alternatively, we could just stay in. The pants rule remains.
But, if we're remaining homeward bound, I expect singing. My praises, to start, but you can move into the more abstract gospels when you feel so inclined; really, it's been so long since I've heard any from you, at all, and it pains be dearly. Unbreak my heart?
After the romantic candlelit dinner, we're going to that canopy you so highly praise. There will be stargazing and whatever puerile, somber activity you seem so fatalistically inclined towards, and afterwards, more... athletic feats. Pants aren't optional. They aren't even an option.
Alternatively, we could just stay in. The pants rule remains.
But, if we're remaining homeward bound, I expect singing. My praises, to start, but you can move into the more abstract gospels when you feel so inclined; really, it's been so long since I've heard any from you, at all, and it pains be dearly. Unbreak my heart?