With Her Fine Hands.
a friend questioned
me later on.
“So what did you find
when the lights where
switched off.”
“I don’t know but it
felt fine.” I replied.
“What? Her?”
“No, just
the dark.”
I answered.
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| She Strips The Poor Dark With Her Fine Hands. a friend questioned me later on. “So what did you find when the lights where switched off.” “I don’t know but it felt fine.” I replied. “What? Her?” “No, just the dark.” I answered. |
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