You Caught It Bad


Welcome home, friend. You’ve been my sole reader, sponsor, nudes browner and love for so long. Still got to say bye and here is your going away present. The final testament of your new found joie de vivre.

We were having such a great time on Wilding Lane but fate intercepted you right by Hotel Reckless and ruined everything. How dare fate look so good? Everything you ever wanted in one person and you couldn’t believe your luck, so that’s how you got infected. Deny it all you want kid; you’ve caught the feels.

That preposterous disease owns you now. You’ve started wearing more and going out less; troubling. So against trends these days. Your phone calls are unending, your text notification never goes away and take a look at yourself. Your eyes are perpetually dancing, your hips sway with such abandon and you are suddenly so bashful about everything. Somebody tamed this wildling. Now your emotions run as water out a toppled bottle.

Go with the flow, dear friend. Take this plunge; please do drown. I do promise to continue our debauchery and make you proud. Hope you never get cured, friend. Just know I won’t stop teasing.
Out here chugging on a Sunday. Everyone’s asking and I keep saying you are indisposed; I guess there’s some truth to that.

You’ve caught the feels.

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