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Masquerade Ball

I’m the prince of England. Where is my princess? I need her to feel the top half of my body because I am not complete. These three girls run to me, ones bones are filled with meat and filled lips. The other two had no defined look. They yell, “Prince, would you dance with me”.
I choose the gal with the luscious lips. She is beautiful to me, but maybe not to society. Just because she’s “big boned” doesn’t mean she doesn’t love “the right way”. She has a light green dress on, with an elegant dark green mask. She doesn’t notice how long I look at her beautiful brown eyes. She jokes, and makes me giggle.
She’s not like any other gal. Instead of feeding me with cuteness and kissing me every second, this girl actually wants to get to know me. She makes me laugh so hard my lungs scrunch up into a not. No girl has ever made me laugh that hard. Her name is Melvina. Oh, Melvina.




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