Dear Sophia...
You cannot be real. You're so pretty and gorgeous and beautiful. You look like somebody I seen in my dreams. Why do
you even do that "occupation" that you do? Why? You're too pretty to be doing that. You should be in a magazine or on a
centerfold. You don't have to do that anymore okay. I'm gonna take care of you. I'll treat you good baby. Be with me? Marry me? I wanna have 27 kids with you. Imagine how pretty our daughter will be. She will be sooooo pretty, just like her mother. You're everything that I want in a girl, you've got it all. Beauty, intelligence, you're funny, and you have pretty hair. I wanna hold you baby. I wanna squeeze you. I don't ever wanna let you go. I want you to lay down on my chest and feel my heart beating so you can know that it's only beating for you. You're my rock.
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