You reached out to me;
I thought it was for a hug.
Nope...just a handshake.
How does it work?
Awkkkkkwarddd, lol! Sadly it has happened way too many times to me!
hate when that happens! great entry!
I can feel the awkwardness! Great job 👍
So much of my life in three lines...
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Comments (4)
Awkkkkkwarddd, lol! Sadly it has happened way too many times to me!
hate when that happens! great entry!
I can feel the awkwardness! Great job 👍
So much of my life in three lines...