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Thoughts on an Airplane Sweet sixteen with ten perfect toes don't know her name would rather suppose. Soft and tan nails perfectly pink each toe smaller than the next wiggle in effortless sync. The length of this flight why bother to care could sit here for weeks only try not to stare. Youth sweet Youth such tender, soft feet can never go back never change seats. Sweet sixteen with ten perfect toes don't know her name would rather suppose. |
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