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I swear, I just love peaches. I love the way they feel in my hand, tender and furry. I ate one today, ya know. I just let the juices dribble down my chin and into the creases of my neck so that I got all sticky but I didn't even wipe it off. Them sticky juices reminded me of this one time, Remember? That one time when me and you were little and we were sitting on the curb eatin' peaches and laughing at the ants crawlin' between our toes. Yesterday, I had an ant crawl on my toe. But I just killed it.
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Jun 19, 2011
Jun 19, 2011 at 10:12 PM UTC
Peaches
I swear, I just love peaches. I love the way they feel in my hand, tender and furry. I ate one today, ya know. I just let the juices dribble down my chin and into the creases of my neck so that I got all sticky but I didn't even wipe it off. Them sticky juices reminded me of this one time, Remember? That one time when me and you were little and we were sitting on the curb eatin' peaches and laughing at the ants crawlin' between our toes. Yesterday, I had an ant crawl on my toe. But I just killed it.
ruby-flynn
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Jun 19, 2011
Jun 19, 2011 at 10:12 PM UTC
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