The girl of my dreams has impressive green hair scented like pineapples. Her eyes are like two sweaty pools of blood. And her lips remind me of moist yogurts. Her skin is as smooth and lovely as a cheesy picture, and she has a figure like Carrie. When she enters a room, people always stare at her and say, "Yowzah! What a bright woman!" Her sense of humor is always high, and people marvel at her oozy vocabulary. In my dreams I see her wearing a depressing dress and a diamond shoe in her hair. I would gladly give up all my pants for one evening with this crumbly female. Her name is Hallie.
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