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and I swear to god, he is Midas because the memory of his hand on my waist makes me feel golden
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
Midas
and I swear to god, he is Midas because the memory of his hand on my waist makes me feel golden
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
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