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she had nice hair. nice skin too. nice eyes. and the way her lips circled her lit cigarette, inhaling just the right amount of reviving-death, and managing a cheeky grin was nice. a lady, not a girl. I sat to her and for once in a very very long time. I had a sense of fear... of wonder on what move she'd make next. rather than hope for the best with a predictable, ****** opportunity. lady.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
Lady
she had nice hair. nice skin too. nice eyes. and the way her lips circled her lit cigarette, inhaling just the right amount of reviving-death, and managing a cheeky grin was nice. a lady, not a girl. I sat to her and for once in a very very long time. I had a sense of fear... of wonder on what move she'd make next. rather than hope for the best with a predictable, ****** opportunity. lady.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
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