
Unless you ever want
to have sex again.
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I guess I never grow tired of
pretending you are someone else. |

Then I am free, right? |

Except maybe one of those
adjustable beds. Those things rule.
Happy Anniversary.
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Because we keep eating.
Happy Anniversary. |

Or so you tell me. |

how important it is you make it
special for me. |

It's as if you're judging me
wherever I go. Happy Anniversary. |
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