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I know entirely too many Chris'.
He's a hopeless romantic, and it's cute. But I don't know how to react.
I call him homo, and tell him to shut the fuck up. He laughs, and says "Baby, I do what I do".
San Diego, Ocean City or Richmond? I guess I'll find out once summer comes. All three are far away from Woodbridge. And I wanted to stay in the area for another year, but it doesn't seem like things will work out that way.
I love it when Hooters girls give you their number. Officially known as the "regulars", except we're "not creepy or old".
A quarter every six months. Gumballs, awesome!
Lay the mack.
I want to hold you close, soft breasts, breathing hard. As I whisper in your ear, I want to fucking tear you apart.
I miss playing ball with my boys. Come home honey baby, come home.
I want to go to a pumpkin patch.
You promised to take me to the country, since I've never been. We'd look at the stars and tell ghost stories in a barn. That was a year ago. I hate knowing I've been forgotten.