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Her dress lay in a heap on the cat furred floor. A smile of satisfaction spread across her face. Having done this time out of mind, I knew it was my turn to say something tender, but my tumescent lips just can't winkle out pretty lies anymore.   ~mce
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 5:50 AM UTC
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Her dress lay in a heap on the cat furred floor. A smile of satisfaction spread across her face. Having done this time out of mind, I knew it was my turn to say something tender, but my tumescent lips just can't winkle out pretty lies anymore.   ~mce
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 5:50 AM UTC
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