In order to write well, I need to imagine that I'm sitting in Paris. Sitting in a Paris Cafe writing these words on napkins I used to wipe my mouth. Than I weep and you say grow up and I say ok.
Tell me something I didn't know about you so I have something to go on tomorrow...
jase...
Tell me something I didn't know about you so I have something to go on tomorrow...
jase...
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mathilde74:
sorry I don't accept people I don't know.
phelix:
something you don't know about me................uum.......sometimes I wear suspenders under my trousers, no one can see them it's just so I know I'm secretly sexy I like having little secrets it makes me laugh.