We all have tales we would never tell. I know you all have those as well. Or do I quite innocently think. We all have sins as black as ink. Perhaps I have myself misled committed sins like blossom shed. It matters not I often thought, it is not something one is taught. Now as I whisper in your ears... Sign in to see full entry.
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