No.805 |
April 24th 2017 |
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ไฟจราจร fai jà-raa-jon Traffic Light Star-spread across the ill-made bed With legs apart and vacant head She groans, and hopes, to him, that said "She's loving this, I'm good." Instead In fact she's saying, "please hurry up, Oh can't you see I've another client at half-past three." |
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