
Cutting It Close
he makes me want to grab myself, my face scrunched up in agony because it hurts that he’s not inside […]
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he makes me want to grab myself, my face scrunched up in agony because it hurts that he’s not inside […]
“Excuse me, miss?” She turned from her pow-wow with a drunk middle-aged woman and smiled. She recognized him immediately, since […]