The Last Thing You Thought...

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*squeaks*
Pressure!
....and you know how hard it is to say no to you...

Just don't make fun of it. Mister.
*grabs a hand around her shoulder and licks his finger*


LT: this celery tastes like soap.
Blech.
Starting a diet suuucks.

*smiles*

Is it now?

*nibbles on her neck*

That celery needs some peanut butter!
 
*squirms and smiles*

Aaaaadded. Lil bit. Enough to cut the weird taste. Don't trust the produce from tops after the potatoes I opened last night. *shudders*
 
Another sleepless night looms on the horizon and I a stuck posing on my tiny phone cos my modem is acting up * pouts*

People who actually post in story threads on theirs are simply amazing!
 
Another sleepless night looms on the horizon and I a stuck posing on my tiny phone cos my modem is acting up * pouts*

People who actually post in story threads on theirs are simply amazing!

I couldn't do that. I write too much and get worried of making a mistake.
 
It's going to be difficult leaving her behind for the next couple months. She makes every one of my days better just for being in them.
 
So... Many.... Thoughts. Angry, hurt thoughts, explitives.
How dare you threaten him. You don't get it. You don't even apologize. Don't get it at all.
 
Another sleepless night looms on the horizon and I a stuck posing on my tiny phone cos my modem is acting up * pouts*

People who actually post in story threads on theirs are simply amazing!

I know. I am amazing. :D

Copy-paste from a mail program helps for longer posts though. When you don't have access to porn sites at work. :cool:
 
So... Many.... Thoughts. Angry, hurt thoughts, explitives.
How dare you threaten him. You don't get it. You don't even apologize. Don't get it at all.

*Slips in and lays with her a bit before he has to go into work, kissing her forehead before he leaves*
 
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