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| WORDS ALONE CANNOT DESCRIBE MY REGRET for being so stupid. Unless they’re sniveling words like, “Baby please, oh God, please Baby forgive me, I’m an idiot.” Or maybe even groveling words like, “Sweet mother of all that is good and pure, please please please forgive me.” I messed up. Big time. I was wrong. And I want to apologize. That way, we can move on to the always important makeup sex. |
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