February 2, 2024
Jack
I'm flying in this spring for my Dad's 90th birthday.
And I need to hear your voice. See the cute way you walk. Listen to your gripes and triumphs.
And it's been 42 years since we first danced. 42! Pretty sure 2024 is the year you express your deep carnal desire to jump my bones. Need to know. I'm filling in my calendar.
And by the way, my ass is also sagging.
Both cheeks.
Saggy.
Please take this into consideration when making decisions about us.
Ceci
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Nothing but love to all you writers and readers.
Vote for time, gravity, and the eternal flame.
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