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She’s much more refined than you, you imply. She cooks cordon bleu, and will not fry. She’s passed her MA in her house in the country, and you, my dear, are a single mummy. I’m doing you one big favour, you know. In the public gaze with my music studio - all women want me but can’t have me, so... it’ll last while it’s fun then it’s off I must go. Thanks for discretion, you **** girl. When you do that just there, all my toes curl…
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
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She’s much more refined than you, you imply. She cooks cordon bleu, and will not fry. She’s passed her MA in her house in the country, and you, my dear, are a single mummy. I’m doing you one big favour, you know. In the public gaze with my music studio - all women want me but can’t have me, so... it’ll last while it’s fun then it’s off I must go. Thanks for discretion, you **** girl. When you do that just there, all my toes curl…
Rock star, affair, heartbreak
yvonne-cleland
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
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