One time, when I was a young woman, I went to the African festival on the south side of Chicago, wearing bell bottom jeans and a cut up t-shirt with a picture of Bob Marley on it. I didn’t have on a bra My tits were firm, brown-beautiful I wonder if anyone on the train






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You ever meet someone and instantly feel as though you dislike that person? You know the feeling where you really have no real reason not to like the individual, but you still would rather not engage the person in any way. Or the sentiment you get when if you just have to be around that






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