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“Barry? Barry where—?” You lift yourself up carefully. There is the crushed corpse -of the love of your life. You cry and wail for what it seems like eternity. You turn yourself in for involuntary insectslaughter, and after 58 grueling years of confinement you’re released. Yet after all that time, you still think about Barry and what it could have been. You cry -sometimes, and feel like everything that’s happened in your life is truly unforgivable. You feel unlovable, and are taunted by what you’ve done every single day. For according to all laws of aviation, there is no way you shall reach heaven for your sins.

Barry the bee ripped off his yellow and black sweater, revealing his furry, insect abs. “You listen to jazz?” He smirked. “Maybe it’s about time you do.” He slathered honey all over his body— you could feel your face burning red. “Oh god Barry, sting me already!” you cry, throwing your pants off and flinging yourself towards the naughty sexy bee. You want him, and he wants you. What more is there to say? Crunch. It’s silent. With your lip quivering, you call for him.

+rep красивый профиль >3

let's show them how it's done

Nice awp