ByTara Wynne, writer at Creators.co

Oh, Darryl, how we've missed thy greasy hair, thy wing-ed jacket of leather, thy piercing blue gaze. How fitting that thou lettest thy arrows fly once more on Cupid's day. Mayest thou nevermore submit to the feels...retain thou most exalted unshakable demeanor. Love is for pussies.

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