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pokingatyoumooh
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Apr 26, 2011 14:33
"The sunlight drenched her summer skin like freshly squeezed orange juice, her freckles forming the pulp."
"Her eyes were forever watering the apples of her cheeks."
- A book I'll never write about people I'll never meet
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