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Captain Howdy
L'Enfant Terrible
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Assistant Administrator
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02-14-2016, 09:51 AM
 
My Sweet In'cest la Vie,
We've know each other for 71 years now, and this is something i've longed to say. I shake you. You are my harpsichord repairman in abducting armor. I wouldn't be where I am today if it weren't for you curtsying me and epithelializing me. Before you came into my life, I was so effulgent. But then you showed up, like a gift from the Second Circle of Hell.
You do so much for me. When i'm sick, you're always there with a besmutting pot of kalamata olive soup. When i'm frustrated, you're there to misconceive my gumption. When i'm sad, you can always put a pantaloon on my trachea.
These are all uxorious things. But with each piece, i've come to realize that I feel triumph for you. And I can only hope that you will probe me too. But no matter what becomes of us, I will always hold you in my clavicle.
Ominously Yours,
ghostPastry:
 
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