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Feb 2013
When affection
Was bred from
Those innocent looks
The first thing
I could muster was
I'm with him
And that is not
Going to change

And I meant it.
Victoria Jennings
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Victoria Jennings  26/F/Rhode Island
(26/F/Rhode Island)   
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