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Sable

By sweetbrother2

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Sable is your texture silky smooth, profoundly soft enough for me to bathe and drown Yet, when I touch, static pricks my fingertips Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 07:14 AM PST   10 • 0

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