Too old for me?

Age is more than just a number

By Neil MarathePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

He certainly wasnt hebo

Definately not peado

He liked older women

Not young ones or men

Really, he was gerontro

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Kendall Defoe 3 years ago
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