he was perfection, i thought as he walked by me i watched him as he went by i told jesse about him, he shrugged and said this guy doesn't exist but i saw him! i screamed, he was wearing a white t-shirt and gold pants and i saw jesse giving me this crazy look like i was off on one of my rants and no one is speaking, i feel as though ive cursed in church wouldn't you know he comes back as soon as jesse goes away for a few minutes we didn't make eye contact at first but then i raised my head and i looked at him and then i saw as my prick began to stir he is my idea of of perfection.Birth sign: Aries
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