Survival Guide To Love
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Last published Thu, May 22, 2014
I laid on the jungles filthy floor next to an idiot. This idiot had gotten us lost in the middle of nowhere in a thickly dense tropical jungle. There were birds chirping and insects buzzing all around us. We were covered in mud, dirt, and monkey spit. But surprisingly, I couldn't imagine being anywhere else. I didn’t want to be anywhere else. You might be wondering why I enjoyed being in this disgusting state, so let me start from the beginning.
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