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| Mahayana | pressed against mine, your hot breath on my neck... i tingle all over anticipating your touch again | 020712 |
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| Lindsey | is my neverland. if i could, i would fly away and live there forever, expolring every cave and crevice, running my hands across every hill, dipping my tongue to taste every valley. | 030714 |