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Dec 2015
There's a woman. Who is pretty. She's remarkable. She is a vision of loveliness. I get weak in my knees when she smiles at me. When she gently touches my hand I feel an overflowing swelling of energy and emotions flooding me. And the way she looks at me with such gentle eyes; I feel I belong to her for the rest of my life because I love her.
Richard Javier Martinez
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Richard Javier Martinez  35/M/Boise, Idaho
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