Admiration
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Last published Sat, Aug 3, 2013
Seeing her dance was like a journey to heaven. Her smile was like a sun in the rain. Her laugh was a beautiful echoed sound that flowed perfectly and was highly contagious. Her body was the splitting image of an Egyption godness. In his eyes she was perfect.
But no one wants to be affiliated with a work partener? Well no one except Matthew Grey. And Fallon Park was his Admiration.
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