On February 24th, 1988, she told me I was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She was hurting and tired, but she's drop-dead gorgeous - the way a girl is unaware of some tuft of hair that kicks off the top of her ear, making men go crazy.
You plastered my face with anointing oil and summoned the wind to blow gently on my window.
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i love this so much
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