When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child, but when I became a man, I put away childish things. What? It's Corinthians one, chapter thirteen verse eleven.
I wish I could meet wheat irl..just once..so I could smell his hair, rub his thighs and whisper secrets in his ear...just once..please santa, I want some wheat for christmas
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