*blue balls not included.
will take me here. For no reason, other than I have wanted to stay at this gorgeous hotel for as long as I can remember. And it would be silly romantic. And I have never been to Washington, D.C. And this could possibly be the best date ever.
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And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
