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The young receptionist suddenly crossed her legs behind the window of the waiting room of my love, smacked her gum and said promise not to leave, always come back if you do, even if we give you bad news for the rest of your life.
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
Waiting room
The young receptionist suddenly crossed her legs behind the window of the waiting room of my love, smacked her gum and said promise not to leave, always come back if you do, even if we give you bad news for the rest of your life.
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
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