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The question repeats,
“Kelsey, what are you doing?”
I’m dreaming again.
“Kelsey, what are you doing?”
I’m dreaming again.
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The Magic Medallion - A TG Story
Will was a 18 year old self centred and lonely white man who had this unhealthy obsession with attractive women. He had this belief that all girls were born and raised to be housewives who cooked, cleaned, and always followed their husband’s orders, although this was what his family had been telling him ever since he was a young boy. Will also preferred girls with well developed and curved out bodies with childlike, innocent, and submissive personalities that matched. Will loved his idealized woman view with as much enthusiasm as he hated modern Western ones. He felt that especially American girls these days were just vain and manipulative sluts who acted like whores to get whatever they wanted; they could all do with some modifications to put it one way, which in Will’s mind was either looking like supermodels or dressing traditionally conservative when going outside. As you might have guessed, Will was a virgin who’d never kissed a girl before, any women who weren’t put off by his
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My shadow has flown away from me, Just like in the story of Peter Pan. I suppose it is my fault really... For I did not love my shadow. It only showed the darkness in myself, Like a distorted carnival mirror. But once it was gone I felt empty, Like a piece of me was missing. I searched everywhere for it, In the cemetery among the graves, Behind the dark side of the moon, Under the weeping willows, And in every dark closet. Finally, I found it hiding, In the last place I looked, It was hiding in your eyes, Looking lost and haunted, Still waiting for my love.
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Hi there! I've chosen you as the 71st person for my 200 Comments Project Challenge. Basically I'm giving comments to 200 different people in a time frame within a week 
Haha, aren't we all dreaming at some stage? That's why it's called daydreaming
Still I have to say this is rather creative of you to share this tidbit of personal information with us. It really made me smile as I read this. Very nicely done!
Haha, aren't we all dreaming at some stage? That's why it's called daydreaming
Still I have to say this is rather creative of you to share this tidbit of personal information with us. It really made me smile as I read this. Very nicely done!