Placeholder: You're a star now, I am fixing people's nails I'm knitting jumpers, I'm working after hours I've got a boyfriend, I've got a feeling that he's seeing someone else He always had a thing for you as well You're a star now, I am fixing people's nails I'm knitting jumpers, I'm working after hours I've got a boyfriend, I've got a feeling that he's seeing someone else He always had a thing for you as well

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You're a star now, I am fixing people's nails I'm knitting jumpers, I'm working after hours I've got a boyfriend, I've got a feeling that he's seeing someone else He always had a thing for you as well

distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers, ugly, malformed members

3 days ago

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