i had to let her go

She smells like onions. It turns me on. I can tell by the way she walks that she has been walking through her daddy’s fields. I had to build up the courage to ask her out. We dated for about a month. Then one day she came over to my flat, and she smelled like roses. So I had to let her go.

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