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Feb 2022
She’s beautiful, the finest rose in the garden. Her hands soft as silk. Her hair as fair as her skin. Those thorns will get you though. So be careful where you pick her. She’ll ***** until you bleed.
Sarah Locklin
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Sarah Locklin  27/F/Pennsylvania
       WickedHope and davin habenicht
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