[ His brain, which has been asleep in the hay the whole time the flowers have been pulling this ox-cart along, suddenly rouses.
What.
What the.
What the fuck is going on?
Am I trying to kiss this guy now? I mean, we had a bunch of frogitis kisses, little pecks that didn't mean anything, but I'm going for a real kiss now! ]
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What.
What the.
What the fuck is going on?
Am I trying to kiss this guy now? I mean, we had a bunch of frogitis kisses, little pecks that didn't mean anything, but I'm going for a real kiss now! ]