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*the way your hands intertwine with mine to sing, to dance, to watch "frasier" weekly... it's heaven and hell in our washing machine though none could else but mumble and grimace meekly of one thousand listless summers, lilting for no other beverage is quite as divine dancing and singing...*
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
Hands
*the way your hands intertwine with mine to sing, to dance, to watch "frasier" weekly... it's heaven and hell in our washing machine though none could else but mumble and grimace meekly of one thousand listless summers, lilting for no other beverage is quite as divine dancing and singing...*
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
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