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WildFangWolf

Published: Jun 18, 2014

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Figured I should upload one because, well, I don't actually have one of myself. And all the ones I had before I hated, but now I don't think I look so bad, soooooo, time to give a face (and body) to the person who people seem to enjoy the poetry of~

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2432x4320px 3.06 MB

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Motorola

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XT1080

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1/38 second

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4 mm

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400

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Jun 18, 2014, 11:56:17 AM

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KIING-LACURA

Jun 14, 2015

Youre still not cool c;

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