Starbucks Boy
Everytime I pass his apartment complex, I glance over to see if he’s home.
It doesn’t matter. But I can’t help it.
Everytime I pass his apartment complex, I glance over to see if he’s home.
It doesn’t matter. But I can’t help it.
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