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“Okay, you’re not gonna, like, go home and start writing depressing haikus, are you? Because that would be really unfair for me to have to read that stuff.”
“Don’t get a cat,” she went on. “It’ll walk around pushing your drinks off the coffee table. You’re not emotionally strong enough for that.”
He’d have to scatter expensive truffles on the floor to get me off him and then make a run for it because I’d never let him go.
butterflies dove right from my stomach directly to my crotch.
