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i fear my cousin has realized that i'm qt the retard.
sometimes, when he's not fast enough, i see that look on his face that puzzles,
what manner of man is this? so strange in her squawks and smiles directed at ether. and is that hunger written upon her visage that stares so intently upon my youngest born?
but really, his baby daughter, her thighs are like those of a freshly hunted pheasant. thinking about it gives me goosebumps. i look at them and i miraculously see a nice side of spiced rice beside it, the herbs perfectly compleenting the succulent meat.
sometimes, when he's not fast enough, i see that look on his face that puzzles,
what manner of man is this? so strange in her squawks and smiles directed at ether. and is that hunger written upon her visage that stares so intently upon my youngest born?
but really, his baby daughter, her thighs are like those of a freshly hunted pheasant. thinking about it gives me goosebumps. i look at them and i miraculously see a nice side of spiced rice beside it, the herbs perfectly compleenting the succulent meat.