Where Do You Go, My Lovely?

Oh, Snow. You freeze my fingers and get my feet wet but I love ya, baby. I only say those hurtful things because I’m scared of losing you. You know heat was just a one time thing that never meant anything to me. Not like you. We really have something, Snow, and I hope you can forgive me. Baby, come back.

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3 Responses to “Where Do You Go, My Lovely?”

  1. Ian says:

    Ok, the last link didn’t work so here.


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