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Apr 2019
He checked his watch.
1 2 3 1 2 3
Slowly ascending into madness.
1 2 3 1 2 3
How long had it been?
1 2 3 1 2 3
Those times seemed to fade.
And twirl!
Her eyes alive in passion.
The slow dip.
Grace defined, and he dropped her.
Bow.
Foxgopher
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