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  Febuary 2, 2015 Math. It sucks but so does my life. Nothing to do, no one to know until...he was at the corner of my eye as I turned, one that I never noticed in the room.
Come home to cuddle me. Let me drag my fingertips upon your chest And lay my kisses on your hips. Touch you lightly when the day is too heavy And play a little rough when the goin' gets tough.
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