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Oh, beautiful boy at the gas station. When will our flirtatious glances thrown at each other in the midst of midmorning chaos become more than a silly dance? Woe is me. 

Hot boy, why the fuck is it always you who catches sight of me tripping while trying to get untangled from my seatbelt or spilling my shit everywhere when I can’t find my wallet? Fuck my life. 

OMG I literally spat my water out laughing hahahahahahahahahahah

Spot on, man. Spot the fuck on.

Yo. The struggle is fucking real. 

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