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More or less the same thing as the real thing.

So I finally have a camera! for a little while anyway... have fun with these... they're pretty much the same as all the other ones, but I just wanted to let you guys know I didn't get fat yet.


And as for you... well, maybe these will convince you to come over more often.

Or well... actually they do the opposite...


















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  1. I think about you every year, about this time.
    You know who you are, you are my sexy Christmas baby mine.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=88F5zxjyT8M

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  2. I haven't seen you in so long...
    dayamn, you grow ever more beautiful.

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  3. That song certainly sets the mood. I'll make sure to get a santa hat and get erotically festive.

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  4. Girl, I am a HUGE fan of the white panty. So simple. So sexy. It's the ultimate secret weapon of seduction. Stay beautiful, beautiful. xoxo

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  5. Armida, you need to stop reading my soul like a diary.

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  6. That came off mean on internet text but I meant it as a compliment.

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  7. armida &camille - the two sexiest minds i've had the pleasure of knowing. Cunning minx's you are.

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