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What I don't want to encounter:
His lunch. Eeww.
The Choker. The one that tries to lick my tonsils, triggering my gagging reflex.
The Clasher. The one who kisses so hard his teeth clash against mine. It hurts.
I do love it when he touches my face with his hands, but not my ears. That puts me to sleep for some reason. And I don't mean it bores me; it literally starts putting me to sleep.
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"Ok, no more truth-or-dare until somebody returns my underwear" ~ George Lopez
I bake cookies just so I can lick the bowl. ~ ItWasMe
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