I can't stand it anymore. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but I just know if I see him again today I won't be able to keep my hands to myself. I must have him, and I'm slowly being driven nuts as I sit here typing this. I look over at his made empty bed and I remember all of those times I just wanted to tear his covers off and ravage
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Let's hope you see him.
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