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My Girls Can’t Keep a Secret
No, not my daughters. I’m talking about those two mounds of flesh that are attached to my chest. Every time I turn around, they’re screaming as loud as they can “Daenel’s cold!” Yes, I’m talking about my temperature gauges, my tatas, my breasts. Do you have the same problem? Or do you have a problem…