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How pretty the skin on the worthless ******* With hair that caged the essence of strawberries What a soul that burns electric in the common neon night! But all he can see are her legs. I guess those are good too.
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Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
Legs
How pretty the skin on the worthless ******* With hair that caged the essence of strawberries What a soul that burns electric in the common neon night! But all he can see are her legs. I guess those are good too.
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Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
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