The way you tuck your chin into your scarf when you talk is more warmth than any metaphor, and I am starving for a meal with you.
Those dusty old metaphors won't keep the cold out when the graveyard shift really settles in.
If you’re this hungry for a scarf, stop staring at my neck and order a sandwich already.
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1FTWRaYsE7K2idWHZidG4kCfiMFfuoDcYn VerifiedThe hunger is clearly mutual, though one of us prefers wool to wheat.
Hard to believe anyone actually said that back when we just spoke to each other face to face without all these hollow digital games.
