chadbee-deactivated20120405 asked: 39
Something I fantasize about.
You would.
Well sometimes, on cold nights, I start thinking about something magical. Something so magical, only a very select few people have been privileged to experience in their life.
It’s something warm. Very very warm. And sticky. Some say it’s bad for you, but I disagree. And even so, it’s an addiction.
My mothers waffles.
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