CruxLove
Magistrate
ohhh .. how could Esday ever do that to you, that monster .. I wish I was there to rescue you and then love you
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I recall a fragment of a 1960’s novel I started and declined to finish, in which a suburban man admires the backside of a neighbor in tight shorts. He thinks of her buttocks as "living rubber."
Oh yeah.
well I suppose I could use mine as a rubber in the British sense (eraser to rub out pencil)rubber