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Lung coughing love baby!!!! He makes me laugh. My fever cracked lips are chapped to the point of misery and I sound like a wet, angry, chain-smoking french cat (why is the damn cat French?) is in my throat______ BUT 11 1/2 minutes on the phone goofing about sandwiches, pizza, and My Name is Earl, and I'm good baby!

So I'm not gonna go all Bjork and "hand myself over", but he makes me want to. "I love heeem, I love heeeem" and all that vaginal girly jazz

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