In the night when we laid in bed, you in my screen and I in yours, we always spoke to each other about hugging and kissing when we meet, in the morning we play our games and pretend we're on dates by going through doors of ones and zeros, eating food that's just a coded to disappear by commands or we take care of our child who is real to us but just ones and zeros. But I know that even if you are half way across the world or just ones and zeros too, we would be happy together.
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A jar of fucking pickles.
RomanceI made this as a pass time, you may view it or not. Your choice.
