I am positioned well for my desire. I drip with Italian essence as I speak my order to Kayla. Maybe it is a European murder mystery today. I search my surroundings and my gaze falls on Shaw. His gun is cocked and ready for the Arab behind me. I say he is okay. He is Allah today. He knocks out his telepathy telepathically. Noodles race in his mind and so he orders some Lady and the Tramp spagetthi. We sit and rest quietly to let our minds merge in imagery. He is always polite to me.
As he gazes into my eyes they turn royal blue. You must be creating imagery if they are that color to me. We will journey to infinity and find your perfect body. Loons on the lake call my name. I will never be the same. You chose the perfect way to express who I am every day. Now let's eat. You are so sweet.
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