Dear Mind,
You are so perverted. I don't even know what to do with you. I can't even think about cupcakes withought thinking about "cupcakes". I can't even talk about cupcakes without taking it the wrong way. You are insane.
Get out of the gutter.
...but cupcakes are delicious!
Looove,
Kimmie.
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