There’s a chance she’ll be wearing a Destiny herpes outbreak on her wedding day. Maybe she likes her sores because they remind her of kissing the love of her life. An outbreak is the perfect excuse not to kiss (or share food with) Becky.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Amber: puckers and waits like a dainty princess.
Becky: Turns Super Mario hat backwards, leans in and sees sunlight glinting off of her ruby red lip sore. She hesitates briefly, but in her head she can already hear the protests of the beast, “Baayyuubbb! This is MY big day, don’t lidurally mess it up for me!!” So she courageously closes her eyes, takes a deep breath…
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Til death do you part. God I love romance.