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Tickling


TICKLING Tickling is the perfect payback for absolutely any occasion; The ultimate method of torture for every age. It makes me squirm without any hesitation, I laugh and cry and scream with zealous range. Can’t get up as hard as I possibly try, My arms and legs are pinned to the ground; I’m starting to get a tear in my eye! I wish my ticklish spot could not be found. The feeling is like a feather is dusting me As I wait for someone to come to the rescue, I desperately wish that I could be free. I’ll be relentless when giving it back to you. Thanks dear brother for not giving me a chance But I definitely think I just wet my pants!
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