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| Eileen, i wrote this letter to tell you how I feel about you. | |
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| "The moment when I can`t see your gorgeous face is like being in Hell. I crave the taste of your lips.. the smell of your hair... I love you!!!" .... so whatcha doing tonight | |
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| Ohh come on ... you know you want it! | |
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| Tell you what... when you have less then five inches of forehead let me know! Till then stay there | |
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