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BORN FEET FIRST.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Wilhelm.

He blindly reaches out in the thick night for her soft, smooth stomach. The animate warmth radiating from beneath his palm starts at the fingers and burns a tunnel all the way to his heart.

The express lane.
The quickest way home.
Posted by ryanxalves at 11:53 AM

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