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I kept those tights for years. I thought, maybe one day, they would make people realize. Someone would see the holes and the stains you caused. And they would believe me, finally. I realized, I had to let you go. I had already let you get away with what you did. I had to let you go from my mind. From my drawer. The white tights would never be enough evidence and I could hear the holes and the stains as I tried to finally get some ********* sleep
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Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 3:02 AM UTC
white tights, a sequel
I kept those tights for years. I thought, maybe one day, they would make people realize. Someone would see the holes and the stains you caused. And they would believe me, finally. I realized, I had to let you go. I had already let you get away with what you did. I had to let you go from my mind. From my drawer. The white tights would never be enough evidence and I could hear the holes and the stains as I tried to finally get some ********* sleep
kacie-lashley
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Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 3:02 AM UTC
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