i was whistling to myself as i stirred the ramen in the pot, my blue eyes shining and my blond hair in my handome face as my strong fugure wore a green sweater and jeans. i knew ramen was your favorite and wanted you to enjoy our time together when suddenly i heard you cry out from the bathroom and i ran to the door, looking in worriedly whats wrong? are you okay?
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