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<p>I want to become extra close to my best (and only) friend BlondeBint.</p> <p>I’d like to lick her clam pocket and smoother her in my fanny batter while reading old PMs from the lord flasheart.</p> <p>BB is my best friend, she tells me stalking is normal and that it’s ok to have multiple personalities.</p>
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