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pay for sex video Yesterday you turned twenty-seven months old. I cannot even begin to tell you what an amazing month this has been, by far one of my favorites. It’s been so good that I haven’t wanted it to end much like those days when you are in such a great mood we have a hard time putting you to bed, or more accurately, are jessica alba sex movies afraid to put you to bed. What if you wake up the next day and that great mood was just a fluke, or even worse naked women and boobs never happens again? I’m not a very superstitious person — unless “superstitious” is just a euphemism for “obsessive-compulsive,” then I am superstitious enough to be hospitalized — but I suffer from a crippling phobia that if I ever talk about your good mood I’m going to ruin it, that Karma has somehow let your good mood slip right by it, and here I am calling attention to that mistake. In my head the idea of discussing your good mood out loud is the equivalent of painting a red target on my head so that The Universe knows exactly where to stomp with its size-64 black combat boot.
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