Sodastream.
Oh how I want you, free sodawater anytime I want it, I will carbonate with you until you run out of gas. You'll never be so happy as with me. I don't care what anyone says, my teeth will forgive me.
The other object d'lust is
The Brooks Leather Barbican bag.
Hell yes, my brown beauty, you are the perfect match for me, composed enough for Per Se, tomboy enough for a midnight ride on the streets of Montreal. We'll study together during the day, and then we'll party all night. Please be mine.
Yours, truly.
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