Tongue like electric, eyes like a child.
Anaïs. Eighteen. French. Dreamer. Hot summer nights, mid July, when you and I were forever wild. The crazy days, the city lights. The way you'd play with me like a child.

the more i’m listening to that goddamned song, the harder i’m laughing

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