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Jul 2018
Her bones are kind of weak when she has to stand up for herself. Like spaghetti, herself she just can not defend.
Until she stands for a friend, then her bones turn to steel rods, impossible to bend.
She is true, and she is a friend.
Jolan Lade
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Jolan Lade  24/M/Denmark
(24/M/Denmark)   
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     everly, Frida Helledie, --- and Fawn
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