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Tom, the heart on this tree belongs to you, just like my heart belongs to you. Our love is like a tree, it will grow to be big and tall and it will spread out like the leaves. We may have our autumns where things become a bit orange, but I will always stick by you no matter what, in winter and in spring. You are my tree. I love you. Doki Doki.
Our love is the purest type of love, as Mc Ride would say "We got all the coconuts *****". Our love is the best type of coconut you could possibly gain, and I will flip all the tables it takes in order for our collection of coconuts to grow. Then we can sit beneath our tree of love and enjoy our love coconuts together in perfect metaphorical harmony. |
