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I crack that ****** spine with the deftness of a pro. The scent of her potential wafts into the deepest recesses of my brain. It's enough for only a moment, a cursory glance at the supine sides already becoming supple beneath my nimble fingers as I push the edges wide. The anticipation is beyond containment as I lie back on soft pillows and take a sip of wine. There is no point of return the weight of my deed is filled with guilty pleasure. And I sigh... I gently remove the cover and peer hungrily upon her bold delicious title and we begin our journey together, I turn the pages, and she, tells me her story.
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
We Travel Page by Page
I crack that ****** spine with the deftness of a pro. The scent of her potential wafts into the deepest recesses of my brain. It's enough for only a moment, a cursory glance at the supine sides already becoming supple beneath my nimble fingers as I push the edges wide. The anticipation is beyond containment as I lie back on soft pillows and take a sip of wine. There is no point of return the weight of my deed is filled with guilty pleasure. And I sigh... I gently remove the cover and peer hungrily upon her bold delicious title and we begin our journey together, I turn the pages, and she, tells me her story.
anne-wallace
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
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