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At the Weekend Cycling Event

He pauses by my tent, flirtation-liteat the start, a random meetingamid the large crowd.But there he is,waiting for the band guaranteedto melt your face off.I sit down, we chat,he mentions his wife. His hand unmistaken at my waist,just two lines … Continue reading

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