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Chris M

The stories you’ve told… involve the crazy, weird, and the dumb. With a heart of gold, full of love, laughter, even platinum.

How can we gaze at your bright blue eyes? (They’re blue, right?) Without being dazed beholding that sight?

Of all the hunks to bless New Haven, it’s C-master Monks heroically savin’. All these damsels in distress, moped kidnaps seen the best. Stolckholm syndrome? More like, “Take me home!”

You’re attraction is almost frightening, Good luck Shaina, you’re holding lightening.

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