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“Pretty girls like you shouldn’t be alone”, he says As his tongue skates on her collarbone She’s never felt the love of a man, of a father So she paints her face and oils her breasts
Do you think they’ll notice? Do you think they’ll notice how I so carefully excuse myself before it’s time to eat? Or that when I do, before I’m done, I’m out of my seat, on my feet, into the bathroom
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