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The embrace of the child, smelling of Platinum Egoiste and fishing.
the embrace of nostrils, so big and comfortable. Those
of the toad were there, but his hands were always engaged in another - and no, if he stoccacciato would work out OK, I used to play something.
the warm embraces of mocchan, but the bottom always feel that "are not fit to do these things, are not cuddly ee e. ..".
Embraces Luke's so thin that you felt your heart. Those
of the mother, that you know is thinking "you're too big", those of your sister "oddiocheschifoaiuto" but strives to stay there.
Those who know Father's always a bit 'of wood and sweat, but that are short as backslapping.
Those who think only of their plug boobs.
I know. I've always known what you think and understand. He feels the minimum angle, the way she moved her hands on my back, by the way supported or not his chin on my shoulder,
The Valley had a great way to hug me. Sgtringeva time, there was no wind and you were almost forced to stop by force to be there, only now, with all-soul, heart, body and mind.
But now the Valley like so many other people is gone and, well, to quote Katina "OMMIODIO'm a monster."
Somebody give me a fat black psychotherapist and comforting with a box of Kleenex, and possibly a enrome Tweety, this solid embrace.
So full of love to make you feel guilty.
so strong that it takes away breath.
intense and short, and that as soon as you grip the arms drop out of a widening smile.
I need affection, and I do not know how to ask.
I need you, not to discover the point of death had not lived. Come with me
Just listen to me Do not leave me alone ...
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