

Femme FataleNo. 60 New York Red. An appropriately garish shade reserved for clowns and call girls alike.Femme Fatale
Applying it more out of habit than a deluded sense of aesthetic appeal, her ashen complexion and peroxide hair was washed out in comparison.
Pulling the door shut behind her, she steps into the first floor corridor of the apartment block building, kicking her heel sharply on the floor in lieu of seated shoe application.
- Ive gotta catch up on these reports. Dont wait up.
He flips the phone shut. The soft blue light emanating from the display screen lights the underside of the dash before the automa
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Devious Comments
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If a man speaks in the forest and there is no woman there to hear it, is he still wrong? ~George Carlin
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~xxCrimsonCloudxx
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meet your meat
Many thanks
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~xxCrimsonCloudxx
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i don't do drugs. iam drugs
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- I want to talk to you.
- The last time we talked, Mr. Smith, you reduced me to tears. I promise you it won't happen again.
Jai guru deva om [link]
xxx
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[All Time Peace]
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I'll climb that hill in my own way, just wait a while for the right day.
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It doesn't look like a finger. It looks like a feather of broken glass.
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*OldSchoolTime
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You are now my wife.
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Tuna
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