No other women gets me more turned on. Lame as that may be, Miller time means a lot more to me then it does for rednecks. Its a daily ritual of appreciating, saluting, and spreading my love for her. I paid way to much money to see her in the Roundabout Theater's After Miss Julie on Broadway. We were 5 feet from one another and I swear she could feel my expression. Mouth agape,stunned, and worried she would have to sense "stalker". Shit. Never the less Miss Miller was surprisingly believable on stage. I will never forget her bow. Disheveled, poppy, and exfoliated.
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