He held me and there is more kissing.
Hard to say no to that.
Sending love to others who may be similarly suffering.
And this is how I just left her outside.
There was a large metal garbage dumpster with the lid open in center frame.
We get these stories informed on the writers that have to fit with the big event and then the writers are left with the only maluable thing being these ill defined characters with no motives in strong philosophies.
Of mother fucking story after story twisted to fit their fucking overarching plot that is fucking tangential at best.
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