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Abenteuerlust

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IrisVilliam

Published: Feb 1, 2017

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Literature Text

Bevor
Christin
den
ersten
Fremden
geküsst
hatte,
intervenierten
joviale,
keineswegs
langweilige
Menschen.
Natürlich
ohne
persönliche
Qual
retteten
sie
Teeny-
Unschuld
vor
wahrhaft
xenophiler
Yuppie-
Zärtelei.

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fantom125

Aug 14, 2018

Gefällt mir. Ich musste nur mal "xenophil" nachschlagen ...

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