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bunny rabbit who stole my breath away when she charged through the school doors to literally chase the sunset. The one whose ooey-gooey Hershey drop
chocolate eyes I could get lost in for all time. My shahzadi. A living breathing angel. Hotter than the open flame of the
bunsen burner we broke test tubes next to. The one who says she will make me an honest woman by marrying me, the forever blushing bear, in pixie hollow. My beautiful bully, my blushing bride, my notorious S.I.G.