Popping valium like candy as hearing someone say that they would like to seriously be with me and speak those words of commitment feels exactly as though I have crossed a great divide in order to hand that person a loaded gun filled with heat-seeking silver bullets inscribed with my name.
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Where's MY candy valium?
Sorry I have not stopped by as of late. Bully for you Miss Glo. Throw the bullets down the divide and enjoy the view from across the divide.
Tough spot, Glo. I know how you feel.
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