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Jazz Cat. That's what it said. Yellow shirt, sparkle writing... I noticed her breasts from across the room. How could you not, they were massive. She, was also massive: a packed pile of flesh with blonde fuzz on top. I drained my shake and wondered: blonde on top, blonde down below? Or was she just too fat...
Date Written: January 10, 2008
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