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I should call her
“Everything reminds me of her.”
Everything reminds me of her.
After all, why shouldn’t I… ?
Why shouldn’ I fuck the snow ?
It’s like throwing a hot dog through a hallway…
Ah, to be one with mother nature…
“Mickey, you face up to make a snow angel!”
I’ll be in my bunk…
“At this point, we might have to amputate. What exactly were you doing to get frostbite there?”
He just couldn’t resist and control himself
Never seen a snowman blush like that.
