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During
the flow of raw emotions running around, Mitch and I had spent the better half
of the night making love on the couch. Though there were m..
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The
air is thick with humidity as we take a sharp turn passed a bakery, watching it
close for the night. The smell of donuts and cakes has my mout..
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Call me crazy. Call me a fiend. A nightmare of the night. What I am really doesn't matter. I'm not an angel. I'm not a daemon. I'm pure scarlet colors..
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Part One :)
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