A Love Story
I shall seek and find you.
I shall take you to bed and control you.
I will make you beg for mercy.
I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I leave you.
I will make you ache, shake and sweat until you grunt and groan.
And you will be weak for days.
All my love,
...The Flu....
I shall seek and find you.
I shall take you to bed and control you.
I will make you beg for mercy.
I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I leave you.
I will make you ache, shake and sweat until you grunt and groan.
And you will be weak for days.
All my love,
...The Flu....
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