unconsummated
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Nicole. Baby baby you was just sweet 16.I bought a ticket to the capital of the moon and found white cheese and too many open pores, but I had to leave, I just had to leave. I lived on indigestible rocks and unheard songs for a long time, until I could go back to blue and green and brown, the spectrum unlimited.
NCIS/Tiva blog: totallyunrealistic.tumblr.com
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