Another barrage of unimportant words
No poeticism today.
No squeeing.
Just the bare elements of me.
My hands are cold, and sometimes, I really think my cats love me.
No squeeing.
Just the bare elements of me.
My hands are cold, and sometimes, I really think my cats love me.

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So ... where are we going to go? I picked last time, so now it's your turn. :P