Valentine's Day part 1 (extended version) . Warning CLAAAAAAASIC

That time I brought my handheld after a weekend of visiting corporate clients on the risk / FX Tip 2 check in on my blood brothers that inspired Hamilton, this is after performing a play they wrote, starred and directed, my unkept on the secret, greatest Valentines DAY SONG EVER AND WE GOT IT ON GDD PLAYETTEZ duuuuu






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