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No more pictures for a while...Sorry

My computer had a bit of an issue

Thankfully one of my very good friends

managed to save it.



However my camera won't be working for a minute.

In fact all my pictures are gone.

So I apologize, but the best you can hope for are some scanned sketches of the sad nudes I draw all the oblidi oblida day.

And I guess...some full frontal shots of lesbian porn...



Forgive me. I haven't slept. I have been functioning at the level of a 12 year old girl ( versus 14 year old boy) all day long and the night doesn't seem to come bearing good news for my skewed perceptions.

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