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You and your boyfriend, Tim, were on a mission, as always. It was cold and you hated walking, you complained and complained.

"Honey, just walk." He tells you, wrapping his arm around your waist. You kept complaining, dragging

you kept complaining, asking me to carry you

Tim, already fed up, said "God..." he murmured, before carrying you on his shoulder, walking through the forest to return home.

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