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These pair of jeans don't fit round me, clenching calves deceitfully, determined to compress on me, exhaustively I slice the seams. Privacy, there is no need, take my clothes let my skin breathe. Filled with self integrity, my freedom is my ******
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Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 8:58 AM UTC
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These pair of jeans don't fit round me, clenching calves deceitfully, determined to compress on me, exhaustively I slice the seams. Privacy, there is no need, take my clothes let my skin breathe. Filled with self integrity, my freedom is my ******
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
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Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 8:58 AM UTC
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