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mikeslover1990

Published: Oct 9, 2007

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wasnt shure where to put this its a skirt design hense the name bc of my dads religion i am forced to wear skirts the majority of the time altho there are times i manage to sneak around him and defy his rule anywayz i came up w/dis skirt design its the front and back n i also designd a graphic T-shirt to go w/it

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