ah the sea, the sand, it comes in bottles now, dearer than the cheaper stuff.
i had not met her before, went in on the off chance. waited a while till she
was free.
she did it different, said nice things about my skin. in a small way she gave
me confidence.
i bought the quiche, sat in the cathedral grounds.
used the salt spray, and did not die.
of it
sbm.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC
ah the sea, the sand, it comes in bottles now, dearer than the cheaper stuff.
i had not met her before, went in on the off chance. waited a while till she
was free.
she did it different, said nice things about my skin. in a small way she gave
me confidence.
i bought the quiche, sat in the cathedral grounds.
used the salt spray, and did not die.
of it
sbm.
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