she spread herself out on the floor in plain view of everyone, her breasts sagging spitefully (only twenty) in twin hyperboles toward the rug, small ascetic figure sucking and tugging impatiently at the crowded air in the room. syrupy whisky convolutions showing mixtures of desire and jetlagged realization, she's no more lovely than the wrought
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i hope you're okay or even better than okay. call me if you need to.
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I'm adding you as a friend.
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