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Hey!!! PEACH-CREAM!!!

I have been trying to make our moment come true and I’m at a loss.

I expect zero answer, despite my heart...and loins...

So you remember the mention of the off-white ones with the back stitch...?...the gentle, loving ones with that subtle black bows on the back that were “biblical”...?...

The wedged, close front shoes...

Your absolutely DICK BREAKING prom dress?!?!

It’s not just frustration...it’s a promise I owe.

I’d stay proper just...just to taste that night again.

Fine. I’m a sorry, worthless whore.

No, forget that, I’m a dirty slut...but only for you.

Uuuugggghhh!!!!

My eyes flutter and my heart skips a beat with the regret of not pushing a second finger in, deeper, slower...taking that pink floss out of my pocket, forcing you into the bathroom there behind “the yellow door” and pressuring your amazing ness around me...

Peach-Cream...I want to apologize for every missed opportunity I squandered.

...will you let me know...that you know...?!?!

...just a broken heart?!?!...

I know that’s just me now.

Please...just be happy...and not with turmoil.

...Cookie...