The Hotness, in all his potato-faced glory, stuffed into a white dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up. Do I have to repeat that? Because I would totally
(You know you have it bad for someone when even the sight of his forearms makes your ovaries start to quiver. Trust me.)
Still doesn't mean that I take back all those karaoke-related things I said in the past week, though.
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