Sitting with my back hunched over.. bad posture, arched back. Protruding spine. I can pretend I play the drums with my foot. I have gangly wrists. I revel in vanity all by myself. Burgundy infused into me secretly.

Too many men. Too much flattery. I'm lured to the edge. Curiousity is not for the Fidel.
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