Please do not fail me now.
Beat. Beat. Beat.
You know how in Dirty Dancing, when Johnny is showing Baby how rhythm is like the beating of your heart?
I feel like I need to replay him going, "ga gong. ga gong." over and over just to remember my heart's still working.
You, your hairy ass, your lies, your cheating, your using, and your fucking adorable smile can KISS MY MEXICAN LOVING (most of the time) ASS.
There. That feels slightly better, I guess.
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