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“He puts his hand on my lower back, his face in my neck and says something to make me laugh. Makes me forget I was mad. His touch feels so right. It’s like he’s reading my mind. I need him all the time.”
Și ce bine e așa…

What else, what else is there to do ?

Patru luni, degeaba.

Every step I take… I walk alone.

I feel drunk but I’m sober. I’m young and I’m underpaid. I’m tired but I’m working, yeah…

Tu m’inspire tout le bon, le meilleur. Meilleur que des bonbons…  l’amour. Tu m’inspires tant d’amour.

Dor de casă…