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He scrunches up his face; A bravura of sheer irksomeness. Fruitless tries of wild fathom. His act halts his face facing mine; dawning of endless gaze. After a splendid array of irritability all that his partings exit is a set sound of, Tch.
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Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC
Tch
He scrunches up his face; A bravura of sheer irksomeness. Fruitless tries of wild fathom. His act halts his face facing mine; dawning of endless gaze. After a splendid array of irritability all that his partings exit is a set sound of, Tch.
And I smile at the utter cuteness of the act. He never fails to make me smile be it in any way... Even such as this, even though he doesnt realize that that the sound of Tch he makes, makes me smile.
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afeli
18/F/India
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC
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