I am dancing. I can not control where my glance goes, but the few moments where I can control it; my glance goes to him not you. And then I slip and fall on my butt and wake up in a strange bed the next morning wondering where the hell i am and what ever happened to that sparkly star? (That didn't really happen.)
Last night, Julie and I went to the
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-so sex
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