Poem- Dear XXX
Carpe diem sounds much fancier, and both of us are quite the connoisseurs of fancy things in other languages. Fancy things and fuzzy things, though I would take the fuzzy things over the former in a heartbeat if you weren’t
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as a B O A R D… I think. Your pink butterfly know-how is just feeding my fantasies, I hope you know, and so every time I crawl under the covers, my thoughts of you are quickly smothered by how utterly creepy such a commonplace association is. Believe me, I’d much rather seize the
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than I would the day, per se. But if you spoke Japanese, it would be much easier to confess, I think, since “kimi ga sukiyo” doesn’t sound quite as bad as “I like you”.
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