Lessons From the Kissing Booth

Saturday, January 31, 2004



The very image of beauty and grace, grace and beauty, thoughtful thoughtless incredible wonder.

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I like dirty jokes and cursing like a sailor, red shoes and argyle, potato chips, puppies, traveling, growing things, and smiles from across the room. I like to spend weekday evenings in bars drinking whiskey or at home watching nature documentaries. More >>>

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