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" There I was again, fantasizing about her. How a figure looked so beautiful in sweatpants and a sweater, I didn't know, but it just felt right. Her collarbone rose from her shoulders like a crown coated in thick silk, the image of the cold skin stretched on her neck comforted with the soft touches of my warm lips. "
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hotfoot - tomlinson
Fanfiction" in which dreamers race across the depths of africa in three glorified rickshaws. "
