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      <pubDate>Wed, 24 Jan 2007 23:09:04 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I have always been women that are big, i find them more attractive than then skinny chicks that are obsessed with the way they look. I have more fun dating bbw(big &amp;amp; beautiful woman) </description>
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      <description>I have always been women that are big, i find them more attractive than then skinny chicks that are obsessed with the way they look. I have more fun dating bbw(big &amp;amp; beautiful woman) </description>
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      <description>When it began, I played tough to counter his legend of tattoos and bands and girls and drugs and straight razors carried in pockets. I talked hard so he wouldn't notice the difference between my 16 and his 21, or how skinny and untouched I was: how unsuited for someone so fiercely cool.
I spent nights on his dirty sheets and laughed deliberately at the stories he tried to scare me with, instead of telling him how long I'd been watching him and how far inside me his quirky smile cut.
Before long, he was taking my arm on the street and making me mix tapes labeled with cartoons of his grinning... (more)</description>
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