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even from a distance she wants to make sure that you are looking at her even if you are not she will see to it that her un-plunging neckline is not plunging and no flesh shows where the t-shirt is just a bit short, a royal hand run through flowing hair when you pass her she will say it without say, it is she who is passing, make way then when she draws close, as much as a hug a cell phone emerges as if by magic in her clasp stares at it unblinkingly, places it regally to the ear and before you never see her again in your life there is that hint of a smile hook like at the corner of her eyes
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
her highness the afternoon city shopper passes by...
even from a distance she wants to make sure that you are looking at her even if you are not she will see to it that her un-plunging neckline is not plunging and no flesh shows where the t-shirt is just a bit short, a royal hand run through flowing hair when you pass her she will say it without say, it is she who is passing, make way then when she draws close, as much as a hug a cell phone emerges as if by magic in her clasp stares at it unblinkingly, places it regally to the ear and before you never see her again in your life there is that hint of a smile hook like at the corner of her eyes
snehith-kumbla
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
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