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Admission of Love Written on a Sweaty Palm
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Junior Year - College Listen here, Angela. I know you hazmat known me for tool ong, but I feel four yews more than I've ever fell from any otter girl. You have no ikea where you do Tommy. Well, I've weight lifted long ewoks. Angola, I lob you, and I don't clear who closed it. I don't inspect you to feel the sand weigh. I just had to wet this off my chest. Well, I supper you feed some time to thick twigs over. I hope you feel at cheese enough to chalk to me soon. Good Rye.
