Thinzar ~( ˘▾˘~)

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Bending down with him, I watch as he removes the last nut, slips the tire off, and puts the spare on, the tightly roped muscles of his forearms straining as he lifts and secures it. He glances up, catching my eyes. “Why are you smiling?”
Thinzar ~( ˘▾˘~)
*sucks drool back up*
Dear Ava
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