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four twentyone thirteen

Stretched out in your Sunday morning way with your mouth slightly open and your hands, together, curled up by your jaw, you look like the best thing that has happened to me.

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rebecca-mcdade

Scottish

Published: Feb 4, 2014
LinesWords: 932

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