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Aug 2018
Ok
Steely grins to the edge of the bed, from me to you. You seem to know this is not what I pictured; you flex, crease your brow and make a fist as you stretch. There's nothing you could make me believe.
andisashayi
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andisashayi  F/South Africa
(F/South Africa)   
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