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Hi! I hope you like this 🖤 I love writing tiny little blurbs so I hope you enjoy it.

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Charlie loathed long days at the theater, the tired ache in his bones has been a long programmed emotion of hatred to his body.

But you loved those long days. The days you could cook him dinner and run him a bath. When you got to read him poems and wash his hair while jazz played from the stereo.

It’s a damn crime that tumblz only allows ten photos, huh? I WOULD NEVER WANT TO DISAPPOINT PROFESSOR BARBER OH MY GOD

OKAY. LETS APPRECIATE RONNIE FOR A MOMENT. THIS MAN IS THICCER THAN A BOWL OF OATMEAL AND I NEED TO EAT HIM FOR BREAKFAST.

Can we... can we look at his fucking forearms, please?

This man will SLAY THE PUSSY and PROTECC YOUR HEART.

Also, have you seen his fucking BELLY?! Don’t you want to rub your face in that?!?!

HOW DOES SUCH A LARGE MAN FIT IN SUCH A TINY CAR?!

Meep meeeeep! Please fuck me with the top down.

And Charlie? We wanna talk about Charlie?

How he can simultaneously look like this... and also this?

BELLY ALERT. MUST NUZZLE THE BELLY.

I want him to eat me like a slice of New York-style pizza.

Look at this smile.

Also, he is literally the size of a large kitchen appliance.

And here’s the photo I want to insert myself into the absolute most. That is all.

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