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The **** squelches underneath fingertips, whose only barrier is plushly folded paper. Clench, release, dispose, rinse, and flush away the human oh so human.
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 4:40 PM UTC
Unspoken of Scenes from the Human Rooms.
The **** squelches underneath fingertips, whose only barrier is plushly folded paper. Clench, release, dispose, rinse, and flush away the human oh so human.
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nygil-mccune
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 4:40 PM UTC
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