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Jun 2015
I broke the back door, with my thumb nail of course. I forgot that you like slaming it everynight, my pain brings you pleasure. The pholicules just turn purple and peel off anyway. Another shade of pink, & a house without doors would be nice.
My snapchat is Madisonparis if anyone wants to chat
Madeysin
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     Madeysin, keaoss, JDK and Arlo Disarray
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