We're like sunlight shining on a field of buttercups and shiny gold sculptures!
I love us!
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It's Christmas Eve, and all the world is at peace ...
... when I think of you.
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The two hundred and eighty-seventh thing I love about us is, when I'm around you, I only want to curse if things are curse-ably good, or...
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The one hundred twenty-seventh thing I love about us is the perfection of our repartee. You have a beautiful gift for expressing thoughts th...
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