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Immaculate Conception by ~PrettyThings9 The suggester writes, "It's really raw and abrasive, but that's why I love it."

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'does it offend you, yeah?'

i watched Black Death the other day, there was a relationship like this in it...only it seemed more consential. who knows? self-delusions a fascinating thing

sorry to anyone i did actually offend...but life isn't all butterflies and sparrows.

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