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Última publicación jue, ago 6, 2015
I had never seen anyone so beautiful before. His tan skin looks as if it has been perfectly baked inside of an oven. His eyes are as blue as the clear salty ocean waters. His cheekbones look as if they had been sculpted by gods. His nose is as cute as a button. His lips are so beautiful, I want to kiss them forever, but I can't.
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