I'm coming to visit you this weekend. With checkbook in hand if need be. There is only one of you left, and you're totally in my budget. Affordable. Cute. Clean. What more could a girl ask for? I know you well. So well in fact I spent 5 minutes heaving my hungover guts out on your front lawn five months back after a bachelorette party filled with too many Long Islands. Nothin' says lovin' like allowing me to hork my brains out on your grassy knoll. I still do thank you for that day.
Apartment, oh apartment, please don't be gone by the time I get there. Please be large enough that the bf finds you appealing enough to make the move. Please present yourself to be reasonable enough that the bf decides to stop wasting money on gizmos and gadgets and things that plug in. Please be the out that we both so desperately need...and has been 7+ years in the making.
Please oh pretty please? I need this more than you could possibly imagine.
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