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windwakerkomiku

Published: Dec 29, 2010

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So....
What? I'm Bisexual, yes. I dress mostly like a guy but have girly stuff, yes, and I am fascinated by boobs, yes.

...OH, C'MON. WHO DOESN'T LIKE BOOBS.

DAT BOING-BOING.

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frostmarine

Dec 29, 2010

Boobs all the way! XDDD

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