I lie if I said I'd never set on your tits (that's being generous necklines, right?), But I can tell you that until today had I not looked so intently that long scar you're just above the sternum. I do not know, maybe the Christmas spirit is the reunions that drag, maybe our hazardous and peliculera status, but today I just wanted to know its history, kiss, hear the babble that lurks behind every stitch.
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