I remember how hard she'd press her lips against mine each time we'd kiss. It was an air tight seal, like the hatch of one those jet planes.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
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I remember how hard she'd press her lips against mine each time we'd kiss. It was an air tight seal, like the hatch of one those jet planes.
Posted by David Scheidt at 9:00 PM
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