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Is This Some Manly Bonding Thing I Can't Be A Part Of? Are You Getting Matching Haircuts?

All I Know Is That I Love You. And For The First Time, That's Good Enough.

It Was Strange How Your World Could Shift On Its Axis And Everything You Trusted Could Invert Itself In What Seemed Like No Time At All.

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