[ The picture blooms and it’s very beautiful, she’s very beautiful, and his stomach twists and he’s so monumentally jealous that it rocks him. Maybe it’s the natural beauty, that it looks like a dream even sweeter than California. Maybe it’s that they get to have her, or that they’re playing family, a joke to him back home. Maybe it’s that it’s a pretty picture, but it’s not her ring finger, and he doesn’t know what he’d say if that’s what she’d offered, wouldn’t know where to begin when his old man did cruelly to the two women he convinced into wearing pithy rocks.
i'm 2 shades less pale, i don't know if i'd call it a tan.
i miss you. i wish you were here. i keep thinking about how much you'd like swimming. or if you'd like the fruit? or how nice it'd be to just fall asleep with you here, under the stars.
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Eventually: ] you look beautiful.
see? you are getting a tan.
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i miss you. i wish you were here. i keep thinking about how much you'd like swimming. or if you'd like the fruit? or how nice it'd be to just fall asleep with you here, under the stars.
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[ It's been like two days. Chill, Billy. He tries to chill and not be insane. ]
i'd like that. miss you sleeping beside me.
tell me what you like best out there.
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MOSKITO girl
stylised
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i need to strike fear billy, not boners
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but i do really like your tits.
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idiot