I can understand your fear and all, but... you cannot even begin to imagine the measure of my trepidation in this regard- its double-fold.
Sweet,
I'm twice as scared and thrice as fretting with the jitters, the thought of seeing you again, that I might not be able to control my emotions and the feelings that are more than likely to be awakened spontaneously from their long slumber, and the politically incorrect actions that I will be powerless to restrain.
I'm afraid to death I will hurt myself.
Sweet,
I'm twice as scared and thrice as fretting with the jitters, the thought of seeing you again, that I might not be able to control my emotions and the feelings that are more than likely to be awakened spontaneously from their long slumber, and the politically incorrect actions that I will be powerless to restrain.
I'm afraid to death I will hurt myself.
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