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He would never know that when he crosses his arms and arches his back, his shirt rides up and those two inches of skin between the bottom of his shirt and the top of his jeans is the place where my heart races and my voices leaves me and I become breathless.
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Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
Uneven Playing Field
He would never know that when he crosses his arms and arches his back, his shirt rides up and those two inches of skin between the bottom of his shirt and the top of his jeans is the place where my heart races and my voices leaves me and I become breathless.
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Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
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