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style="width: 180; height: 240; overflow: auto"> get up come on and get down with the sickness i heard you make the best coffee cozen. an' i'm a kid in need of some caffeine. two table spoons of sugar please. i need a sugar high. i need to strip myself naked of all reason so i can lose my formalities and get some social activity. i wanna meet some people. hope i don't screw this up. i usually do. i'm young and confused, what's your excuse? get up come on get down with the sickness ahh. the cut-throat's sensitive barrel quivered. he walked forward steadily, solicitously mantling his eyes with an opaque coverlet to hide his thoughts and feelings. his very thoughts and feelings. he's stooped so low as to try and put a stop to body language. blame it on the hormones. he imprisoned his skull at a position of low ease, moonless eyes percepting the motion of the elder through a veil of ebony lace. a half-hearted amiable smile corrupted his simple lips, and they shattered into halves as he spoke. greetings, cozen. i'm gothic feelings..not even on the seeking list yet a dry chuckle filters through his youthful lips but already impressed by the shore. |