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Dec 2017
And somehow it wasn't me anymore --
Wreckage in white shorts.
He pulled them off so quickly,
I must have helped him.
Irate Watcher
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Irate Watcher  30/F/Denver
(30/F/Denver)   
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     ---, Surbhi Dadhich and Cinzia
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