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Jan 2018
Her face was tender from the surgery. I held her left **** up as well as I could. โ€œSee? It's not so bad.โ€ Lola frowned as a tear formed in 1 of her eyes. I lovingly wiped it away and then another tear formed which I adoringly wiped away and then another tear and then I said, โ€œIf you don't stop with the tears I'll **** you.โ€
๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†
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๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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   Martin Narrod
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