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Do you know what you desire, she breathed at me. I do, I said, my breath creating spirits from the whirlwind of my lips over the snowbank. Tell me, she muttered, her eyes creating criss crossed laser sections of white fluff beneath us. Never.
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
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Do you know what you desire, she breathed at me. I do, I said, my breath creating spirits from the whirlwind of my lips over the snowbank. Tell me, she muttered, her eyes creating criss crossed laser sections of white fluff beneath us. Never.
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
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