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Her cougar tooth grin honed in on my position like a heat seeking missile out on a mission; it must be the dead of winter. My butterfly emissions are erupting like  some deep space transmission. WOW! I'm tumbleweed dumb, numb fumbling my words at every single tipsy turn. She's calm, confident, toting an armament of compliments, executing my passion with the precision of an arsonist.
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Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 8:43 AM UTC
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Her cougar tooth grin honed in on my position like a heat seeking missile out on a mission; it must be the dead of winter. My butterfly emissions are erupting like  some deep space transmission. WOW! I'm tumbleweed dumb, numb fumbling my words at every single tipsy turn. She's calm, confident, toting an armament of compliments, executing my passion with the precision of an arsonist.
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Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 8:43 AM UTC
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