i sit at my usual bar stool, watching over the bar and the door. i sit here, drinking fucking chamomile Tea just so I can make sure the youngest Jensen gets home safe. it's become my new purpose. making sure the sweet -not so like Jensen- gets home safe. shy, sweet, a trucker mouth that makes me feel. and anything that makes me feel after the past months of numbness is a welcome sight. sweet cheeks? how long until you close up?
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1charleenrusso
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28/08/2025