doubtful. one lucky guess doesn't mean you know my life story.
sometimes. but not always. ... because you want me to stay in your bed forever? makes sense. can't say i'd blame you. oh, yeah? if you're good, i'll let you choose where to stick them on me.
pity. guess my parents just loved me more than yours did.
Maybe not the whole thing. Unless I keep guessing on this lucky streak.
Not what I said, but it sounds like maybe you want that. Which of us do you think would break first? And what if I'm bad? Then what do I get?
At least I won't die if I step foot in a public pool.




















