Oh clean sheets how you make everything ok. My life could be in complete disarray, yet, I climb into your dryer-fresh arms and you hold me and whisper 'relax, nothing matters now'. You don't care that I don't have a job, that I'm single and almost 40. You don't care that I just ate a whole bag of chips while watching 'the biggest loser'. No, you love me for 7, or sometimes 8 hours, unconditionally, with snuggle fresh softness.
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