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If only to make my lif more difficult; The irresistable thought of ones touch as our lips meet.
The sure sounds of splinded conversation drowning out the hectic noise of rush hour traffic.
Im sure my beauty will await my arrival for im only minutes away, As i reach my destination as i depart my yellow & black chariot stunned by the sea of pepole i cant get a clearview of what beauty has for the taking
finally clearing the excitement from my thraot i look up and say "Can i have a number 5 and supersize it."
