The two hundred and seventy-fifth thing I love about us is getting you just a little drunk and me very sloppy drunk and saying a whole bunch of ridiculously sappy, mushy stuff to each other.
Why do we have to get drunk?! (Not that I mind getting drunk, just a little ...)
Just read your latest post, and now I'm going to come find you and do my best to return that insanely amazing kiss.
Why do we have to get drunk?! (Not that I mind getting drunk, just a little ...)
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