I enjoy long walks on the beach, holding hands under Pennsylvania North Carolina Indiana Michigan sunsets, the way your hair looks in the morning and pasta with meat sauce that has like nine jalapenos all chopped up into rings that are cooked just enough to soften them up a little so that they still have a kick and I dip my buttered bread into that sauce and shove it in my face and get it all over my shirt and I have to wash that shirt at least five or six times before I can wear it to something respectable again. Though I seem to have stopped going to respectable things so I guess it doesn't really matter.
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