the smell of my desperation has become a stench
Boobs
Wherein I was fondled by strangers
Because it’s been too long
The inevitable post that gets placed squarely in the BOOBS category
Where am I?
Wherein I make multiple references to breasts, some not my own
Mathematical probability
Under the pink
Healing an old wound
I can’t take her anywhere anymore
Thinking
Email: But can you wire a dishwasher?
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