Wanting nipples
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It was the spring of 1990. The man waited as he stood outside the bank tapping his fingers against the pole. It was time but he was nervous. He knew he would be nervous. However, nothing would stop him. Nothing could. He was a man on a mission. He was infatuated. No reason, no words could ever extinguish these flames that burned in his soul. Her name was Vanessa...