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| don't even get me started on our physical intimacy issues. making love to you is like making love to a wooden board. i have needs, dammit! perhaps our souls that once intertwined are finally going their seperate ways. maybe we're just not meant to be. maybe you're not the man for me...WELL SAY SOMETHING! | |
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| i'm a bunny. | |
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