I miss the smell of him. I miss his lips and his strong arms. I miss him. — Kimberly Derting, Dead Silence
I miss the smell of him. I miss his lips and his strong arms. I miss him. — Kimberly Derting, Dead Silence
I miss the smell of him. I miss his lips and his strong arms. I miss him. — Kimberly Derting, Dead Silence
I miss the smell of him. I miss his lips and his strong arms. I miss him. — Kimberly Derting, Dead Silence
I miss the smell of him. I miss his lips and his strong arms. I miss him. — Kimberly Derting, Dead Silence
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I miss the smell of him. I miss his lips and his strong arms. I miss him.

— Kimberly Derting, Dead Silence
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