Dear Wigleaf:

You are very attractive in your homemade three-piece suit. Your moves on the dance floor are smooth. I am a little bit in love with your feet. You wear fascinating socks.

I want you to spin me and catch me on your arm. I want to do the Thriller dance with you. I want your mother to knit you socks with my name on them. I think that you would wear them.

These things are too private to tell you on the dance floor. You never leave.



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