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Never, ever, drink and write. Or for heavens sake, text anyone.
What we think, what we utter, written while under the influence, may have a large amount of truth, but the manner of the delivery will most definitely lack the nessasary decorum.
Never, ever, except in manners of the heart, push that send button.
In manners of the heart all bets are off.
Dam the fucking torpedoes, let it all hang out.
Let her know how you feel.
Feel?
Men don’t feel, what the fuck are you talking about?
We bury that shit under decades of parental espionage.
Imagine a British man, nose in the air, saying “ chin up old man, better luck next time”
Oh hell, my buzz is fading.
Time for another shot.
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Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
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Nice one✨🍀🤣👍