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if i must always think of
your body, your
fuzz (moann)
den eew muss swirley
naught noe eet wen eew
weesh mi guud moaning!
if ever i must ruin here and now
say something silly, chase you upstage
then understand me this
is not how i imagined it
to be picking up a girl
in my 830 dance class

4 Feb 09

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Hey what a fresh one.

Thanks for the read,
 — ElsieTime

Ugh.  I'm too tired 2day.  Can't get thru all deese sheet.  ;-)
 — starr