Tinderlicious

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She didn’t know how to say it out loud to a passing like stranger trying really hard to stisfy a thirst until tomorrow when he might be gone, so she went head-hunting instead, until next week where she’d be lying under a savanna’s dry tree shadow, an optimal seat to privately cry without anyone asking for a second chance, third dates, or first why don’t you love me?