9 hours and 9 minutes past noon
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heavy breathing.
Dear God. That was good.
Let's do it again.
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oooh yeah.
;) ^_^
-dan
it's a good and bad thing.
think of it this way..
A random female arm with a knife juts out of nowhere and stabs me in the heart. It's painful, but it is the most beautiful arm I've ever seen and even the knife with my warm blood splattered on it smells as sweet as a lily.
that's a way of thinking of it. if you have AIM, i can explain it moreso. (sn=nomonstersinme00)
-dan