I love you. I don't even know you, but I love you. Search over, lets get married. The fact that you would leave sugary goodness on my doorstep on an oh so too chilly march night while i'm spazzin out about summer means that You obviously get me.
That is all.
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Unless he's a creepy stalker. Then he might actually come and get you.
Oh, that's just the jealous me talking. Lucky girl! They look delish!
xo hannah
(me leaving this comment makes me a creepy blog stalker. it's fine) slab pizza soon? :)
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