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I love the posture of complete surrender.
Exactly! But I can't tell if it's shame or submission.
Not to mention her deadly toe-mashers.
Submissive? I don't THINK so. She's just deciding whether to pick up that book of matches at her feet to add to her collection.Or, she's wondering how the buttons down her skirt got so FAR to one side?!
I'm not sure they're dead! I think she's being attacked. They are the biggest foxes on someone's neck I've ever seen. And to think I used to play with my mothers. Ewwwww. I used to open and close the little mouth and talk like it was a puppet. I was young. I was stupid. I hadn't completely grasped the horror.