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The nights are grow lonely. The ceaseless beating of rain pounds against my window. My thoughts turn, as they are sometimes wont to do, to TRF. The high brow discussion, the comradery, that warm sense of belonging.
Like a compass needle near a magnet my mind is drawn toward goodnumber10, that enigmatic shadowy figure. Causa latet, vis est notissima - The cause is hidden, the effect visible to all. He types on his keyboard, but he may as well be tapping on my heartstrings.
What is his secret? Perhaps it best remain a mystery - a shadow in my mind. But the original question stands; how is goodnumber10 oh so sexy?
Like a compass needle near a magnet my mind is drawn toward goodnumber10, that enigmatic shadowy figure. Causa latet, vis est notissima - The cause is hidden, the effect visible to all. He types on his keyboard, but he may as well be tapping on my heartstrings.
What is his secret? Perhaps it best remain a mystery - a shadow in my mind. But the original question stands; how is goodnumber10 oh so sexy?