Sun pokes me awake
Like playful lover or child
Need black out curtains
How does it work?
Good Job
Hehehe this was so sweet! And then there's my best friend who calls me when I'm already asleep to gossip about something and says "Wakey, wakey bitch!" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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Good Job
Hehehe this was so sweet! And then there's my best friend who calls me when I'm already asleep to gossip about something and says "Wakey, wakey bitch!" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣