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''am I getting fat mr edvard''
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az up thuh nymph
lifted her night shirt
with both uv hern mitts
slide'n past her
bulbous growths
and az in thuh
slow motion she
slither'd one mitt back
down
unto her nether region
gaze'n into mine
pupilz
bite'n her bottom
lip
az down her shirt
cascade'd
cover'n her
not at all "fat" back up
"not thuh ounce amber"
i reply'd
az mine face i felt
recover'n
from it's embarrassed
crimson
*mah back wood'z neighbor'z
torturous daughter ,]
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James Peranteau
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