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I have her legs. Flaky skin-wood stove induced, winter pricklies going wild, and a little bit of mashed potatoes in the thighs. I saw them hiding underneath her house coat, pale and untouched like the snow covered hill.
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Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 4:16 PM UTC
Her Legs
I have her legs. Flaky skin-wood stove induced, winter pricklies going wild, and a little bit of mashed potatoes in the thighs. I saw them hiding underneath her house coat, pale and untouched like the snow covered hill.
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Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 4:16 PM UTC
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