ya know,
i been saying to myself that i can’t be fucked up in these forests.
what if i meet a fine af wolf.
i mean,
the only way i can describe him is “damn boi…”.
wait,
hold on…
daydreaming…
whew.
okay continuing…
so he invites me over his crib and wants to cook me dinner.
ya know,
cause i like shit like that.
after i eat,
next thing you know it happens.
“it” happens.
so ima have to cross something off the list…

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