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Oh were they beautiful. The reds were as crisp as the tartest apple. The wind was warm just enough to let you be comfortable in or out of his arms. A bit of bliss you never realize was, until you look back into Eden.

I've bad luck in threads. So I like the title of this one.
 
Oh were they beautiful. The reds were as crisp as the tartest apple. The wind was warm just enough to let you be comfortable in or out of his arms. A bit of bliss you never realize was, until you look back into Eden.

I've bad luck in threads. So I like the title of this one.

you can't kill it.....lol....come back tomorrow when wings is here.....she is the number giver outer......:cool:
 
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