Dying Of Thirst

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susansnow
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I don't like being touched by clothed strangers. A phobia. A result. We know the cause but it's not worth taking a stab at. I want to be the subject of a genuine craigslist missed connection. A stranger clothed caught my glance smiled cocked the head. Felt a zap or tingle belt below elk buckle stranger no stranger no more. More. More.

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