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Dear Man in Scrubs, whom I could eat with a spoon, who makes me a puddle of babbling incoherence, thy name is Corey. I still love you. Even if you've changed your hair and it looks like a dog turd fell on your head. That's how much I love you, babe.

I finally got you outside the crowd and two steps after I smiled and walked past you, I mentally slapped my own forehead, turned around and introduced myself. You held my eyes as we talked, which is entirely edible in its sexiness. Then you said "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

I could absorb no more of your hot hot hottttness; you left me stammering my quick but entirely inarticulate goodbye.

6:43 am - 10.23.03
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