It was a pleasant passing the wind ran through straightened hair the years wound backwards ever so briefly. It was pleasant enough brief glance and sweaty palms It is already over again.
Madness becomes you, when you are sick.
Originally Posted by Hannibal It was a pleasant passing the wind ran through straightened hair the years wound backwards ever so briefly. It was pleasant enough brief glance and sweaty palms It is already over again. interesting. there ya go.
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