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  • Morning Kiss

    It wants me, curling round exposed tender flesh. Fibers foray as coarse octopus tentacles ravel gingerly ...

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The wince that you wince when you see your quote in the quote generator is quite a wince, I tell ya. To know that the whole YWS community has read and judged your quote is quite an awkward feeling like oh noes. *manly blush*
— Arcticus