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He Understands, My Latvia DoesI heard a saying once, that the best gifts come in small packaging, or something along those lines. I never gave it much thought; I was always so certain that bigger was automatically better. Bigger meant wider, longer, fuller, thicker, anything along those lines, and anything along those lines was better for whichever country was obtaining it; Wider and longer space for land, fuller populations and trade, thicker income, all for the betterment of a nation.
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Yes, in my eyes, bigger ways always better. However, that was before I'd obtained my little Latvia.
His body is small, both short and thin, and though he's often the color of the snow I despise so much, somehow he makes it beautiful. Alluring. And of course, he isn't white all over. His lips and his nipples are pink, especially after I've gotten my mouth on them. He tastes just as sweet as he looks, like a mix of pure sugar and powder.
People often reprimand me for how I feel for my Latvia. Lithuania and Estonia especially; they alw