Stepping again my back foot grazed the foot of the front door and moving my foot from touching it, I reached back and opened it wide enough to be able to squeeze my chunky butt through. Thinking of the door as though it were her foot I was touching, my mind became flooded with all the memories of playing footsie under the table at completely
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I'm thuroughly enjoying writing all this stuff, even if no one likes it or agrees with it, I like throwing out my personal ideas and beleifs for all to read =D
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