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“Johnny how do wewe think this looks?” wewe ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” wewe ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” wewe ask, scrunching your nose.
“But wewe also look good in no clothes, if that’s what wewe want to know,” he grins at wewe like a little kid. “So could wewe hurry up so I could see my inayopendelewa outfit on you?”
“Johnny how do wewe think this looks?” wewe ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” wewe ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” wewe ask, scrunching your nose.
“But wewe also look good in no clothes, if that’s what wewe want to know,” he grins at wewe like a little kid. “So could wewe hurry up so I could see my inayopendelewa outfit on you?”
“Johnny.” wewe shake him. “Johnny.
He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”
“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some chokoleti sauce.”
“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”
“Apparently tacos with bacon and chokoleti sauce.” wewe say.
“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the kitanda in his boxers.
“Don’t forget the chokoleti sauce!” wewe yell after him as wewe rub your belly.
