“i’m literally melting over you,” messages john from tinder. he’s a leo at six foot five inches with short but shaggy brown hair, a handsome but unremarkable face, and an athletic build. he went to penn state and works some sort of c-suite job. one of his hobbies is volleyball, which, personally, i hate, but […]
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57 in paris
i love when my clothes are covered in sand the bartender the bartender at clyde feeds me one free high noon after another he looks irish or something he hits on me we talk about being young about drinking boones farm in a mine pit a small chorus on stage sings the word misery i […]
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