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Back then, after trudging through a salted bank of snow, I’d wrap myself around your lips,crank the heater up to high, lick the frozen winter skyuntil it melted to summer.Little did I know what was to come.
Connie Song
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Just don't lick any frozen metal poles come winter Connie 🖤
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