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she loves my calluses she holds my hands without malice she likes my hands but i don't understand why she likes working man hands she holds them as much as she can she says i work magic they also do work that can be tragic the hands of a working man that's just it cuts and scars make my hands what they are
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
Working Hands
she loves my calluses she holds my hands without malice she likes my hands but i don't understand why she likes working man hands she holds them as much as she can she says i work magic they also do work that can be tragic the hands of a working man that's just it cuts and scars make my hands what they are
austin-barker
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
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