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  1. "an exact balance of thermodynamics miraculously achieved between one’s own body heat and one’s sheets, when every brush feels like a caress and it would be sacrilege to even contemplate leaving the downy softness" you are a genius and a poet. A poetic genius.

    Loved it to bits and I'm not even in this fandom! You did gooooood!

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    1. Awww thank you!! i should've known you would approve of my ridiculous run-on ramblings about the most inane subjects. "Poetic genius", i'll take it u.u

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