I still think of you, often. Not too often, yet not enough. At least, I never refrain. I’m never sated, so I’ll never abstain.
I’m not ashamed of my feelings.
Your sweet little voice still rings in my ears.
You’re the Bean.
I still think of you, often. Not too often, yet not enough. At least, I never refrain. I’m never sated, so I’ll never abstain.
I’m not ashamed of my feelings.
Your sweet little voice still rings in my ears.
You’re the Bean.
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