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In line for the new roller coaster was a group of ex-protestors in cobbled monogamous flocks. They squawked and squawked. She warbled. He wooed. She swayed. He swooned. And she only had sunscreened her front. Her back must've stung. Bright red. But I bet she reserves her best stories for unreserved reservations in bed.
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Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
Amusement Parks in a Birdhouse
In line for the new roller coaster was a group of ex-protestors in cobbled monogamous flocks. They squawked and squawked. She warbled. He wooed. She swayed. He swooned. And she only had sunscreened her front. Her back must've stung. Bright red. But I bet she reserves her best stories for unreserved reservations in bed.
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Feb 22, 2018
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