And my legs grew weak at the knees, my heart fluttered, and the butterflies started in my stomach.
I knew, in that moment, I'd roofied the wrong glass...
And my legs grew weak at the knees, my heart fluttered, and the butterflies started in my stomach.
I knew, in that moment, I'd roofied the wrong glass...
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