Pinot Noir Hashish By the Dank Duchess
I swear I can feel cushions of air all around me; squeezing me gently. A slight smile crosses my lips for no good reason, and then I smile harder.
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I swear I can feel cushions of air all around me; squeezing me gently. A slight smile crosses my lips for no good reason, and then I smile harder.