i have a friend called daniel, and, because we hug so much, people think we're gay.
i explain it thusly:
you know those awesome cool, still nights, when you're sitting on the big balcony,
cup of tea in one hand, cat in the other?
and you're stroking that cat like there's no tomorrow.
you're loving it, the cat's totally loving it, it's all good.
but that doesn't mean you want to fuck it, does it now?
cats are cats, buddies are buddies.
simple.
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