I Don't Know Why I'm Saying Any

I've Given Him More Mixed Signals Than A Dyslexic Morse Code Operator.

Well What's In Your Amazonian Hope Chest?

Teenage Boys Cannot Be Trusted. Their Intentions Are Not Pure.

I Don’t Know What Boldness Came Over Me, But The Resolute Heaviness Of Dash’s Demeanor Threatened To Crush My Soul. My Pinky Finger Crept Over And Nestled Against His, For Comfort. Like A Magnet, His Pinky Finger Latched Onto And Intertwined With Mine. I Like Magnets A Whole Lot.

When In Doubt, Ingest Carbs.