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United States Virgin Islands


You're not cute. You're biological warfare. You're the reason I can't sit in VC without getting flustered. Your voice alone could get me court-martialed.
I don’t wanna date you. I don’t even wanna kiss you. I wanna be your chair. I wanna be the hoodie you wear when you're cold. I wanna be the lollipop in your mouth while you giggle and ruin lives on mic.
You're the final boss of twinks. The forbidden archetype. The downfall of nations.