Mmm.
Sunday at Midnight.
I'll need someone to hang on my arm like a trophy wife.
What does it take, anymore? Intelligence? Disinterest?
Short skirts? Red lipstick?
From "L'auberge Espagnole"... does that trick work?
Could you try it on me?
Public affection. Will it increase with age?
I feel grumpy. I feel vulnerable. I'm sending text messages I'd swore I wouldn't.
Warm bodies are terribly...
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*poke*