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done turned like the radio dial - zig zag in its artsy  ness on the afghan blankets,  on the bench seat old tahoe. never have i ever ****** the gym owner in my over achiever bally sports bra / or i lie all the time. and, like, you could be the pink alien in tassled chaps or the singer/poet. dialed the pizza place and hung up, dialed the congressman and hung up, embarrassed - without a trick to pull out of your ultracool spacesuit.
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
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done turned like the radio dial - zig zag in its artsy  ness on the afghan blankets,  on the bench seat old tahoe. never have i ever ****** the gym owner in my over achiever bally sports bra / or i lie all the time. and, like, you could be the pink alien in tassled chaps or the singer/poet. dialed the pizza place and hung up, dialed the congressman and hung up, embarrassed - without a trick to pull out of your ultracool spacesuit.
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
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