Dear Tim,
I would not mind seeing your sweaty, salacious body in knee-high boots (with the little bow-ties) and a Speedo. If you join the WWE, then I'll be WWE ...as in "weak with envy"...as in envy of that thin stretchy cloth clinging to you.
Dear Tim,
I want the Gospel. Give it to me.
Dear Tim,
What are you thinking about?
Dear Tim,
Why haven't you responded to my messages? Call me soon. Or like, text me or something okay?
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