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That's not syrup! (DarkLuv & TheCount)

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Jun 29, 2009
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Chile
Alexander woke up one rainy Sunday morning. He could hear the hydro-bullets outside pound his roof, it was relaxing, and even soothing. He smelled waffles for some reason, and wondered what would be up. He stayed under the covers for a second guessing correctly that his only daughter would have made him waffles. He smirked and smiled taking a good whiff of the aroma teasing his nose.

He thought about his life for merely ten seconds. How his wife had died when she was young, and how she was growing to be an identical representation of her. It was fun to be around her at times, and at the same time, his daughter would like spending much more time with him recently for some odd reason. She would also rage in jealousy whenever he brought home a girlfriend, or just any girl friend. He finally got up and walked to in his boxers towards the kitchen hearing the sizzle of materializing waffles.

He was a tall man with a great build. Chiseled muscles all over his body, and his wide back. He was proud of his shape, and so were many others, as they had told him once or twice. His hair was dark and his eyes a magnificent jade green. He opened the door to say, "Good morning sunshine!"
 
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