There is a underlying difference and it lathers the legs of every little girl like a silky lotion. It smooths out and sparkles faintly in the glint of the sun. These little girls will mature and soon be rubbing lube on the dick of a boy that told them sweet nothings, emptiness that seemed worth a dime of time. And later, later regret could be peppered in lightly or more likely more encounters. It's fleeting but it's enough, the course and interest. Bat those curled eyelashes and don't dare let him look into the real brown of the eyes. Keep that secret. Always crushed within the actual soul of that slim frame. Crouching in the biggest corner of the room, waiting endlessly to be found.
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