Love


I am in a monogamous relationship with my writing and thus can't love any other woman.
-- A Writer

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  1. UnknownApril 14, 2016 at 11:22 AM

    😆😆😆😉😉👌

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  2. UnknownApril 15, 2016 at 5:10 PM

    Noticed the change in theme. Its definitely made for you.
    Keep writing
    Regards.

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  3. UnknownApril 15, 2016 at 5:11 PM

    Noticed the change in theme. Its definitely made for you.
    Keep writing
    Regards.

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