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Every time I feel my stomach flutter I fall a little more in love in you. I used to think butterflies were for boyfriends until I felt you move.

Why become so obsessed with the meaning of life (or lack there of)? With our very existence?

It doesn’t matter.

Don’t dwell on that bullshit.



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