could it be that you would have her think you me? is your desire to take her stead? provide me with a necessary distraction, yes? when a delicate, beautiful flower is plucked, there is often found a thorn, in the grass, so tall, a snake, coiled for the strike. ah, there’s no greater love for her than mine, hmmm, to his dismay, i’m sure, not even his. a little something to heed, she isn’t here for your amusement, she’s here for mine. although, if you would like to join the game, i will find nothing more pleasing, than making it two.Birth sign: Scorpio
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