Gone friends done quick like you always licked them in the first place.
A happy place now place in a way that makes the wake a better tomorrow so you know so like so better well better still.
I always liked the look of him on her.
Making multiple carbs to count, yet utterly edible in their sense, we talk about how San Francisco is a place for fools, and we were always fools once, and can subtly appreciate that fact as a torn face in the mirror.
And blah blah I look at you both like perfection.
Like it was a was anyway.
Duck, duck, goose, she’ll eat a tomato instead.
A proper dinner where fake coke was snuffed, a proper two bit tomorrow as a possible hence for the likeliness of sure.
She doesn’t mind a suck from long ago, and he doesn’t care, he loves her so.
