dear sir.
Letters and notes to my future husband.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
drunk.
I won't ever get mad at you for stumbling home drunk after a night out with the guys as long as you never get mad at me. I mean hey, we can have hot drunken sex at the wee hours of the morning. Sound good? Okay then.
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