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Dec 2015
Coughing up her lungs in the shower
Not so delicate
She will rip your face off
If you don't worship her
In accordance with her expectations

Why the torment
If I am nothing to you?

Here's a fresh towel and your robe.
I'll be right back with your slippers.
vinny
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vinny  Seattle WA
(Seattle WA)   
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   ---, Constance Anna and chimaera
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