natxodo
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she keeps on aiming me with her bow, as the arrow was not something dangerous.
the arrow was only a flower.
but that's not the case.
she shoot me with it.
and again it happened.
it happened again.
until it becomes a bouquet of it, located at my swollen heart which she grasps it internally.
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"suck it up, you'll never have my man"