You've sent my heart into all the flutter, Mr Summers.
[ no sarcasm this time. pick up the tender smile and shake of her head at the phone. ]
I prefer to think I've just removed the stick they all believed was firmly between those two firm cheeks of yours.
He has told me he can sense I am a sensitive soul with good taste. Scott, my love, am I a sensitive soul with good taste? All he has said is so insufferable I now doubt my own judgement.
[ and if you'll excuse her, she is just petty enough to disrupt his neural pathways in such a way that the jewelry salesclerk stumbles into a sharp corner of a display case.
there. harmless but petty.
and she's supposedly the corrupting influence on her partner. ]
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[ the sarcasm might just crack the phone in two. ]
He's begun to explain that he has a Soundcloud. What if I were to make him mute? Surely that will do the arts a favor.
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[ this is why they're embarrassing. ]
I can't really find it in me to disagree. Maybe I really am corrupted, huh.
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[ no sarcasm this time. pick up the tender smile and shake of her head at the phone. ]
I prefer to think I've just removed the stick they all believed was firmly between those two firm cheeks of yours.
He has told me he can sense I am a sensitive soul with good taste. Scott, my love, am I a sensitive soul with good taste? All he has said is so insufferable I now doubt my own judgement.
[ and if you'll excuse her, she is just petty enough to disrupt his neural pathways in such a way that the jewelry salesclerk stumbles into a sharp corner of a display case.
there. harmless but petty.
and she's supposedly the corrupting influence on her partner. ]
no subject
♥
[ and then, in person, he's going to give a laugh at her description of his butt. he can't help but engaging back with a -- ]
I'm pretty sure you just added a harness to the stick and use it for your own pleasure now.
[ don't you love a guy who can make jokes about his own girlfriend pegging him...! ]
Even a broken clock is right twice a day, Emma. Unless you suddenly doubt your own taste too. Gasp. Shock. Horror.