-Feanor.Net :: Deeper Magic from the Dawn of Time-

Not quite, admittedly. Just the same, things can and will happen when you miss somebody like me as intensely as nature will allow. Let's check the cache of collected voices... if you'll permit me...
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I can't believe my baby is not picking up the phone on Valentine's Day to get this sweet message from his... um... his flanksteak in Paris. I just got home, I'm so drunk, but I saw your message, and I miss you, and I wish you a happy whatever. Because this day is stupid... but... I still miss you, and you know what I was thinking? Um, so I'm drunk now, but before I was drunk, I was thinking we should just get drunk and make out. So when I come home, whenever that may be, we're gonna get wasted, and we're gonna make out. I don't know if it's going to go as far as having sex, cause that might mess things up... but making out never hurts you know?

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Star-crossed. That's all there is. And there ain't no more.
Ivy Mae, my parents read this. And you made my weekend.
And, probably theirs.

Damn, we still have to talk shit on my estranged partner and his... some sort of a betrothal... thingy. Soon enough, while the nectar of said reality shattering is still moist on our voluptuous tongues.

Because that type of shit can happen to a tongue.
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