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Bedhead hair is the best look, an inferno of dreaded curls knotted and frazzled on high. Shuffling into the kitchen she finds her way to the coffee *** before any kind of greeting dares escape her sleepy smile. With freckles resembling a ******* masterpiece my eyes grow green(er) with envy; that gene never dominated with me. "So what time did you get in last night?" she asks with a wide grin. And so the Interrogation begins...
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
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Bedhead hair is the best look, an inferno of dreaded curls knotted and frazzled on high. Shuffling into the kitchen she finds her way to the coffee *** before any kind of greeting dares escape her sleepy smile. With freckles resembling a ******* masterpiece my eyes grow green(er) with envy; that gene never dominated with me. "So what time did you get in last night?" she asks with a wide grin. And so the Interrogation begins...
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
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