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HARRY BABY COME MY WAY. I HAS EXOTIC EYES AND DIMPLESSS
I stubbed my toe on Kylie’s book bag and that’s what woke her up. Between gasping and trying not to speak, trying not to moan, to cry, Kylie’s eyes rolled behind her eyelids anyway. Dust sparkled in the air as she turned around on her back. Propping her hands behind her head, turning towards me,…