Combine that with the fact that you made me beg the other day, and this whole thing is starting to read like a generic mafia romance book. And, like, to each their own, but that’s not really my genre of choice. I like fuzzy blue aliens with big horns and bigger d—hearts. And I really like cinnamon rolls. Both the food and the dudes, but especially the dudes that can bake the food from scratch. “So, in conclusion, I’m gonna have to ask that you relax and take it down a notch. And if we want to stop by the bakery down the street after our run for some cinnamon buns, I wouldn’t complain. Unless
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