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I was bored and wrote a imagine about Dameon Clarke. Imagine, him tired after a day's work, he comes home and automatically picks up a bottle of bourbon. A little bit later, you come home, you see him. He has a tie loosely around his neck, top three buttons unbuttoned. He walks up to you, lust in his eyes, he starts off with "How ya doing, pumpkin?". You simply grab his tie and pull him into a kiss.