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The helmet shaped hair, the skin so meatless I can see the bones. I'm not attracted to them physically but I think they're a work of art, like dating a femboy but straighter. Like, I'm a tomboy magnet. I act mellow and the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ treat me like I was born in an Isekai. Tomboys are the reason I'm religious, tomboy is life. When they act dominant, I legitimally just wish that she would pin on the floor and r me like in those dark romances and cuddle me while I cry. Don't assume I'm a girly ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. I can take 2 meter bald MMA fighters but I can't resist a tomboy. Tomboys, I love you. My ego is so confused, Jung would have a stroke. My desire to degrade a mommy and acting up to a tomboy. If she breaks my jaw it's a plus.
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