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Why I Married Him

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ninjababy

Published: Apr 6, 2012

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Our first date was
enchiladas and thumb wrestling
and a movie too awful
to forget and a kiss
that took forever and
didn't last long enough.

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ValynAporia

Jun 13, 2012

Perfect.

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