Ah, Taylor. When I lay my head at night I think of his mighty muscular arms and his bulging biceps that escape from underneath his t-shirt. He is a hunk of a man, yet he doesn't seem to know I exist. To dream of Taylor is like running through the tall grass barefoot on a warm summer day. This may be a time to sit back, relax, and enjoy the fruits of your labor.
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Submitted By: T. Broker