And shouldn't it be an air mattress, next to a pool, water sparkling in the sun, temperature rising to incandescent levels as Jack rubs cocoa butter into Daniel's glistening skin...
Excuse me, I think, um, I think I left something on the stove. Yeah. That's it. Gotta go.
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And shouldn't it be an air mattress, next to a pool, water sparkling in the sun, temperature rising to incandescent levels as Jack rubs cocoa butter into Daniel's glistening skin...
Excuse me, I think, um, I think I left something on the stove. Yeah. That's it. Gotta go.