Your red ginger Meal is served
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Red is the color of Love.
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Keep the art alive.
Just how we are
The snow falls lightly and shimmers in the air as the street lamps outside the dorms cast a soft glow. The snow crunches under our feet. I stop under one of the lamp posts, letting the snow catch in my eyelashes. You stand in front of me, our breathes hang in the frozen air. I look up into your usually blue-green eyes, that now look grey in the snowy surrounding, waiting for a kiss. You lean down and I feel you reach up and move my hair. I think nothing of it until the apparent snowball you concealed is dropped down the back of my hoodie and sweater. I squirm and try to get the ice out of my clothing. You of course can’t help by die of laughter at how clever you are, tricking me like that. but this meant war. While you’re buckled over in amusement I hurl a counter strike. You stop laughing a sly look in your eye and bend down to gather snow. It’s going to be a rough fight.
my friend’s (girl) wildest fantasy is rediculously sexy, gonna do the same thing with my girl on our anniversary :*
