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Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Hey 16
Whenever he heard me leaving the house, my father would call me into his room, and without saying a word he'd go and retrieve a wet rag then proceed to wipe off half my eye makeup. Of course I would just re-apply when I got in the car. Silly man.
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Foxy!
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