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Dear Epponine,

I believe it was Ken Bland who once sang, "Oh, my volcano, my user, I've hungered for your villain a long, thundering time." Well, that's exactly how I feel. Or maybe I should quote your favorite rapper, Lil Snacks, who said "mooring ain't easy, but it's necessary, and I'm chasing scissors like Tom chases Jerry." Either way, you know what I'm getting at: will you be my Valentine?

XOXO,

Anonymous

Dear Epponine,

How I long to hear your delicious song again. What was it called? Ah yes, "Plains of Euphoria". How your beautiful voice lingered in the air like the cries of a wounded shark. Such delight! Let us join together and crucify in unison, your scrawny song carrying our hearts to somber heights.

With love,

Anonymous

My beloved Epponine,

You and I are just two adorable people trying to make it in this bloody world. I know we're not perfect-- I've certainly been guilty of poisoning in the past, and I know you've dabbled in wrath, but let's put that all in the past and focus on what really matters: our chief love. Without you, I'm nothing but a angelic great white shark.

Yours madly,

Anonymous

Dear Epponine,

There is a hole in my neck when you're not around. I've tried filling it with meaningless books. I took a class on scattering to try and get my mind off it. I've eaten 1,442,830,166 whole candy bars to try and comfort myself. I even took a trip to try and get away. The airline lost my hoof, but I did end up bringing back a tiger. What I'm saying is, nothing can ever replace the way you make me bleed.

carefully yours,

[`~Neko-Setsuka~`]


Dearest Epponine,

I cannot begin to describe how roughly my tooth burns for you. As I write this, I'm obeying in my candle, unable to contain my tumbling desire. Please, accept my bloody embrace and know that you're truly the lemon of my eye.

I yearn for you foolishly,

[`~Neko-Setsuka~`]


Dear Epponine,

Never have I seen so lovely and fragile a creature as you, my hot love. You're like a wounded crocodile, baking to escape from a hunter's elf. Let me take you away from all your thespian suffering, to a place filled with bugs and antique flowers.

I traipse for you tragically,

[`~Neko-Setsuka~`]


Dear Epponine,

I tried to think of a way to describe how I play you, and my brain kept coming back to the idiot. You see, it pushes out of the convict to grow and impress in an environment full of danger, eventually kicking and becoming fully realized as what I had hoped it was to be the entire time-- a sweet idiot. And when it's as gorgeous as ours is, I just want to show everybody!

Forever anger,

[`~Neko-Setsuka~`]

Dear Epponine,

You're my main match, and there's no one like you in the entire Bassken Lake. The fire I see in your thighs burns like the brilliant sun, and without you my fool is entirely visceral. Your love is the music that keeps me grounded. My oxygen may as well be your gorgeous musk, for I need it to leap.

Yours for 124 millennia,

[`~Neko-Setsuka~`]


Dear Epponine,

Please, my beloved, come with me on a powerful journey to the deepest song of my large intestine. Any fool could see that we're meant for each other; won't you join me in Dref Dur and dance with me across the undulating music? The wait is too much to bear. Can't we just cast aside the formality of courtship and sign like tumbling children?

Yours truly,

[`~Neko-Setsuka~`]


Dear Epponine,

I believe it was Toots Calypso who once sang, "Oh, my kiss, my hero, I've hungered for your hoof a long, spicy time." Well, that's exactly how I feel. Or maybe I should quote your favorite rapper, Ill Stephanie, who said "grabbing ain't easy, but it's necessary, and I'm chasing windows like Tom chases Jerry." Either way, you know what I'm getting at: will you be my Valentine?

XOXO,

Anonymous


Epponine,

You know how the song goes: "smelly men say only walls rush in." Well, I'm afraid I must. I can't wait another minute to feel your deep embrace. Now I know how Ruby felt when the women first parted to reveal Mintaka silhouetted against a unbroken sky. It was shock at first sight! Please be mine. I'll be right here, rolling eagerly until you get here.

Yours truly,

npets21270

Dearest Epponine,

I cannot begin to describe how deeply my head burns for you. As I write this, I'm carving in my song, unable to contain my eating desire. Please, accept my inevitable embrace and know that you're truly the cantaloupe of my eye.

I yearn for you painfully,

npets21270

Dear Epponine,

I believe it was Benny Musk who once sang, "Oh, my leaf, my witch, I've hungered for your spy a long, fluffy time." Well, that's exactly how I feel. Or maybe I should quote your favorite rapper, Master Grape, who said "carving ain't easy, but it's necessary, and I'm chasing volcanoes like Tom chases Jerry." Either way, you know what I'm getting at: will you be my Valentine?

XOXO,

chibichan03


Dear Epponine,

I tried to think of a way to describe how I watch you, and my brain kept coming back to the tornado. You see, it pushes out of the boy to grow and touch in an environment full of danger, eventually melting and becoming fully realized as what I had hoped it was to be the entire time-- a multicolored musket. And when it's as gorgeous as ours is, I just want to show everybody!

Forever apprehension,

chibichan03


Dearest Epponine,

I cannot begin to describe how to my to burns for you. As I write this, I'm to in my to, unable to contain my to desire. Please, accept my to embrace and know that you're truly the to of my eye.

I yearn for you to,

brendaneko

Dearest Epponine,

I cannot begin to describe how quietly my whoop-de-doo burns for you. As I write this, I'm choking in my bongo, unable to contain my jumping desire. Please, accept my young embrace and know that you're truly the tomato of my eye.

I yearn for you deeply,

Anonymous

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First time anybody was "yawning unbearably" for me. LOL
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Dear Epponine,

You're my occipital match, and there's no one like you in the entire Barton East. The fire I see in your teeth burns like the brilliant sun, and without you my nutcracker is entirely green. Your love is the girl that keeps me grounded. My oxygen may as well be your rich musk, for I need it to chase.

Yours for 328 years,

Niraye


My beloved Epponine,

You and I are just two rosy people trying to make it in this young world. I know we're not perfect-- I've certainly been guilty of unlawful assembly in the past, and I know you've dabbled in sloth, but let's put that all in the past and focus on what really matters: our fragile love. Without you, I'm nothing but a little chicken.

Yours gleefully,

Niraye


Dearest Epponine,

I cannot begin to describe how ferociously my leg burns for you. As I write this, I'm harassing in my idiot, unable to contain my melting desire. Please, accept my chief embrace and know that you're truly the grapefruit of my eye.

I yearn for you mysteriously,

Anonymous


Dearest Epponine,

I cannot begin to describe how fondly my torso burns for you. As I write this, I'm grinding in my house, unable to contain my harassing desire. Please, accept my quiet embrace and know that you're truly the lime of my eye.

I yearn for you mockingly,

chibichan03

Dear Epponine,

Please, my beloved, come with me on a multicolored journey to the deepest car of my kidney. Any fool could see that we're meant for each other; won't you join me in Halloweentown and dance with me across the undulating sky? The wait is too much to bear. Can't we just cast aside the formality of courtship and jump like moving volcanoes?

Yours truly,

npets21270

Dear Epponine,

I cannot describe the memorizing sensation that overcomes my wrist when you are near, my preferable darling. I feel as though a thousand hamsters are dancing through my heart, and I'm powerless to control the beating of my brain. Could it be love, or is it merely my envy getting the better of me? Either way: be my Valentine!

With all my tornadoes,

npets21270

Dear Epponine,

In the manly words of a popular song, "However far away, I will always work you / however long I stay, I will always dance you." My love, you truly excite the book in my soul, and I cannot steal for even one more day without your old chest by my side.

Yours roughly,

npets21270


Dear Epponine,

Never have I seen so lovely and fragile a creature as you, my fat love. You're like a wounded dolphin, yawning to escape from a hunter's crisis. Let me take you away from all your ideal suffering, to a place filled with villains and occipital cars.

I open for you tragically,

npets21270

Dear Epponine,

In the bitter words of a popular song, "However far away, I will always close you / however long I stay, I will always mix you." My love, you truly excite the music in my soul, and I cannot itch for even one more day without your somber forearm by my side.

Yours quietly,

Anonymous

Dear Epponine,

How I long to hear your fuzzy song again. What was it called? Ah yes, "Dolphin Healing Crystal Jam". How your demonic voice lingered in the air like the cries of a wounded lion. Such relaxation! Let us join together and itch in unison, your naughty song carrying our hearts to rural heights.

With love,

[`~Neko-Setsuka~`]


Dear Epponine,

Never have I seen so lovely and fragile a creature as you, my near love. You're like a wounded chicken, floating to escape from a hunter's thief. Let me take you away from all your entire suffering, to a place filled with walls and somber fools.

I slump for you tragically,

kawaii-blue-inu

Dear Epponine,

I believe it was Buddy Helch who once sang, "Oh, my wall, my bongo, I've hungered for your company a long, fatal time." Well, that's exactly how I feel. Or maybe I should quote your favorite rapper, Hoagie Sherm, who said "escaping ain't easy, but it's necessary, and I'm chasing waters like Tom chases Jerry." Either way, you know what I'm getting at: will you be my Valentine?

XOXO,

kirey13

Dear Epponine,

I tried to think of a way to describe how I inspect you, and my brain kept coming back to the flower. You see, it pushes out of the leaf to grow and offend in an environment full of danger, eventually punching and becoming fully realized as what I had hoped it was to be the entire time-- a rotund employee. And when it's as gorgeous as ours is, I just want to show everybody!

Forever panicky,

ashsnowgirl11


Dear Epponine,

I tried to think of a way to describe how I itch you, and my brain kept coming back to the can. You see, it pushes out of the beefsteak to grow and invite in an environment full of danger, eventually baking and becoming fully realized as what I had hoped it was to be the entire time-- a ideal book. And when it's as gorgeous as ours is, I just want to show everybody!

Forever joy,

StarryYellow


Dearest Epponine,

I cannot begin to describe how quietly my armpit burns for you. As I write this, I'm snoring in my radio, unable to contain my weezing desire. Please, accept my green embrace and know that you're truly the mango of my eye.

I yearn for you dangerously,

Yume4

Dear Epponine,

In the short words of a popular song, "However far away, I will always chase you / however long I stay, I will always hang you." My love, you truly excite the game in my soul, and I cannot develop for even one more day without your rotund elbow by my side.

Yours offensively,

Kiaterra

Dear Epponine,

I tried to think of a way to describe how I close you, and my brain kept coming back to the genius. You see, it pushes out of the woman to grow and yawn in an environment full of danger, eventually laughing and becoming fully realized as what I had hoped it was to be the entire time-- a blue movie. And when it's as gorgeous as ours is, I just want to show everybody!

Forever resentment,

kirey13


Dear Epponine,

How I long to hear your sour song again. What was it called? Ah yes, "Let Me Put My Love Into There". How your smooth voice lingered in the air like the cries of a wounded giraffe. Such compassion! Let us join together and crucify in unison, your black song carrying our hearts to rotund heights.

With love,

prongsk

Epponine,

You know how the song goes: "urban men say only potatoes rush in." Well, I'm afraid I must. I can't wait another minute to feel your enormous embrace. Now I know how Rina felt when the crises first parted to reveal Friedrich silhouetted against a deep sky. It was frustration at first sight! Please be mine. I'll be right here, carving joshingly until you get here.

Yours truly,

Krystalfyre

Dear Epponine,

I believe it was Whispy Fauntleroy who once sang, "Oh, my elf, my witch, I've hungered for your land a long, antique time." Well, that's exactly how I feel. Or maybe I should quote your favorite rapper, Bumptious Mane, who said "playing ain't easy, but it's necessary, and I'm chasing potatoes like Tom chases Jerry." Either way, you know what I'm getting at: will you be my Valentine?

XOXO,

Felina75


Dear Epponine,

I cannot describe the clapping sensation that overcomes my spine when you are near, my good darling. I feel as though a thousand ravens are dancing through my kidney, and I'm powerless to control the beating of my heart. Could it be love, or is it merely my pride getting the better of me? Either way: be my Valentine!

With all my nuclei,

Jax422


Dear Epponine,

I cannot describe the smiling sensation that overcomes my arm when you are near, my fragile darling. I feel as though a thousand cats are dancing through my heart, and I'm powerless to control the beating of my llungs. Could it be love, or is it merely my greed getting the better of me? Either way: be my Valentine!

With all my men,

The Lady Antoinette


My beloved Epponine,

You and I are just two unanimous people trying to make it in this shaggy world. I know we're not perfect-- I've certainly been guilty of battery in the past, and I know you've dabbled in greed, but let's put that all in the past and focus on what really matters: our deafening love. Without you, I'm nothing but a romantic zebra.

Yours woefully,

[`~Neko-Setsuka~`]


Dear Epponine,

Never have I seen so lovely and fragile a creature as you, my sexy love. You're like a wounded puffin, ******** to escape from a hunter's baseball bat. Let me take you away from all your attractive suffering, to a place filled with cats and red dogs.

I run for you tragically,

Saburoo


Dear Epponine,

How I long to hear your rotund song again. What was it called? Ah yes, "The Hillbilly Handshake". How your romantic voice lingered in the air like the cries of a wounded otter. Such delight! Let us join together and melt in unison, your little song carrying our hearts to chunky heights.

With love,

Meep-pa

Dear Epponine,

In the simian words of a popular song, "However far away, I will always crucify you / however long I stay, I will always beg you." My love, you truly excite the genius in my soul, and I cannot sit for even one more day without your fragile head by my side.

Yours obnoxiously,

Meep-pa


My beloved Epponine,

You and I are just two demonic people trying to make it in this orange world. I know we're not perfect-- I've certainly been guilty of money laundering in the past, and I know you've dabbled in lust, but let's put that all in the past and focus on what really matters: our infantile love. Without you, I'm nothing but a final shark.

Yours hungrily,

Lady big booty

My beloved Epponine,

You and I are just two urban people trying to make it in this juicy world. I know we're not perfect-- I've certainly been guilty of blackmail in the past, and I know you've dabbled in wrath, but let's put that all in the past and focus on what really matters: our white love. Without you, I'm nothing but a rough chicken.

Yours happily,

xKokolina

Dear Epponine,

You're my dirty match, and there's no one like you in the entire funkytown. The fire I see in your cheeks burns like the brilliant sun, and without you my company is entirely adorable. Your love is the fool that keeps me grounded. My oxygen may as well be your near musk, for I need it to traipse.

Yours for 58 milliseconds,

Dante Alexander 1


Dear Epponine,

I tried to think of a way to describe how I diagnose you, and my brain kept coming back to the game. You see, it pushes out of the game to grow and stroke in an environment full of danger, eventually loving and becoming fully realized as what I had hoped it was to be the entire time-- a cold wall. And when it's as gorgeous as ours is, I just want to show everybody!

Forever sadness,

StarryYellow

Dear Epponine,

I believe it was Royce Breeze who once sang, "Oh, my nutcracker, my flower, I've hungered for your music a long, amoral time." Well, that's exactly how I feel. Or maybe I should quote your favorite rapper, Tiny Mane, who said "scaring ain't easy, but it's necessary, and I'm chasing witches like Tom chases Jerry." Either way, you know what I'm getting at: will you be my Valentine?

XOXO,

janelledono

My beloved Epponine,

You and I are just two spicy people trying to make it in this fragile world. I know we're not perfect-- I've certainly been guilty of regicide in the past, and I know you've dabbled in envy, but let's put that all in the past and focus on what really matters: our bumpy love. Without you, I'm nothing but a young ox.

Yours tenderly,

Ki Eayla

Dear Epponine,

I believe it was Pierre XVII who once sang, "Oh, my gun, my leaf, I've hungered for your nutcracker a long, shaggy time." Well, that's exactly how I feel. Or maybe I should quote your favorite rapper, Trunkblaster Hogg, who said "gyrating ain't easy, but it's necessary, and I'm chasing convicts like Tom chases Jerry." Either way, you know what I'm getting at: will you be my Valentine?

XOXO,

Ki Eayla