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Oct 2016
It obviously was an expensive meat.
It was tender, juicy, and sweet.
It tasted smoky—like a passion was burning inside it.
It was addicting, indeed.

I don't mind re-applying my lipstick over and over, as long as
You don't mind re-kissing my lips over and over, until my legs give away.
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