I aspire to be the warmth of a hand me down sweater on a crisp november day. I want you to be able to pull down my sleeves and warm your hands even as you see your breath fog the air.
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I aspire to be the warmth of a hand me down sweater on a crisp november day. I want you to be able to pull down my sleeves and warm your hands even as you see your breath fog the air.
