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The Rubbing of Fur The skin is soft right above the whisker line, the manadatory three to five days of stubble, the violence she commits to my cheek engulfs my nerve endings with pleasure I tend to avoid tend to enjoy, indulge in at the wrong moments within her small palms. |
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