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Stopping at the Stout Oak Inn
Snow
snow
nestled
in
hills
flaring
hips
now
laughing
eyes
ow
on
the
sly
whispering
sexy
things
around
corner
a
girl
who
could
her
tongue
and
lips
never
imagined
possible
frosty
bare
skin
stout
oak
inn
oww
snow.
