Do you ever wander around this busted city looking for me? In and out of coffeehouses, circling fountains? What about walking up and down my street, stopping to stare in dumb disbelief at my truck? Remembering how we'd embark to almost wherever with DC's finest hip-hop and R&B as our only blessed soundtrack? Fuck yeah I'll lick you like a lollipop.
The best were our trips to Chincoteague, no? Hopping from dune to dune before catapulting into the sea. Foam whipped up, big doe eyes, seafood feast, ice-cream, whipped cream, sex and sleep -- no bad dreams, just heavenly peace.
You say you're rational but this just makes no sense.
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