Isabelle Bjaerred Sex Dating ❤️

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Heya, buddy! D’oh! Sex-dating, man, it’s wild! Like, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s all steamy and crazy—like Pocahontas runnin’ through the woods in *The New World*, y’know? “What new world is this?” I’d say, starin’ at all these apps—bam, Tinder, Grindr, whatever! Swipe right, swipe left, it’s a freakin’ buffet of love—or lust, heh! D’oh! Makes me dizzy, all these hot singles tryna hook up fast.

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After the fire drill (which was a false alarm, thank goodness), I’m back inside, and I’m trying to focus. But my mind keeps wandering. I start thinking about the beach. Bjaerred’s beach is so nice, man. The sand, the waves, the ice cream stands. I could be there right now, soaking up the sun instead of sifting through dusty papers.

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