Hey, Sweet Lips!
Here's an X-mas present for a non-subscriber, so we'll just call 'er a "tender testament of benevolent bounty" (because it rolls off the tongue so much easier). I've kept your heart-shaped cookie in my locker at work for a year now. And for me to resist and kind of dessert is weird. You don't smoke, you don't drink, you don't eat meat, so what do you do? You do me, I do you, we do each other, that's one thing that we do (pretty well). You teach little kids how to dance and excel at romance and actually get things out of school. We talk a lot on the phone unless my mom's home. You give me new points of view and changed my whole attitude from religion to colors to wife-beaters (maybe they're not so bad) (no, on second thought, they are - but you think they look good on me so I'll wear them around the house when I'm feeling risque) and finally to food. For a while there, I was the marijuana of boyfriends. I never offered much conversation and such, I just provided you with a temporary escape. You couldn't take any more, I was an intellectual bore. We because less tight, which was something you couldn't handle. But much like the Pope, I got by on hope. I got the green light, now I'm back in the saddle. So, do you know how sweet it is to be holding your affections? Pretty darn sweet.
xoxo Craigums

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