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A pretty posey poses for me like innocent French girls. Lolita petals swiftly swaying in culottes fresh air, summer breeze with peachy wine coolers. Spritely spirits scintillate the slurping tongue begging for quenching. Taste dewy drops of sparkling affairs meandering over buds of sensation, the sun-drenched grapevine in the mouth of moistness. Purt lips sucker kiss warm currents and blow tumbly bubbles over the lumbering sunset. Pinks and purples dash and glimmer across a luxurious sky making hues of contentment. Colored swirls rotating rainbow dreams into the settling aether. Days to nights to slumberland. Tuckered tanners make way for midsummer dream.