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Texas

You strutted into the office
All Texas blonde and baby blues
An oversized men’s white Oxford
Paired with sinfully skinny black denim
And pitch perfect booties

“I don’t even like blondes”, I thought
As my hand spasmed open
My coffee dropped to the floor
And me, sitting there, drugged
By this vision of you

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About Quinn

In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.

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Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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