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As the party dies down and the beer has been drunk we sit on the couch and talk. Her lips move but her eyes speak. I lose myself in their conversation. Her fishnet covered leg finds me. She doesn't move it and I'm glad. "Why is the beer gone?"
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
Fishnet