Sunday 9:08 AM Here’s our first date. I take you to this fancy Italian restaurant I’ve been wanting to go to downtown called Mom’s. It’s quiet and serene, we sit at a candlelit table. We both order the spaghetti and make an obligatory “Lady and the Tramp" joke. After some conversation over drinks, we go back to my place. We anxiously make eye contact as our hearts begin to beat faster. I kiss you and it takes your breath away. Your palms are sweaty. Knees weak, arms are heavy. There’s vomit on your sweater already. Mom’s spaghetti.
картинки,без перевода,свидание,первое свидание
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