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after he **** he asks me what time my curfew is I told him it doesn't matter after he **** he says he's tired so I don't talk after he **** he doesn't look at me the way he did in the beginning I turn around and look outside the window after he **** he doesn't want to touch me anymore I keep my hands to myself after he **** he wants to go home but I want to lay on his chest
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
After he ****
after he **** he asks me what time my curfew is I told him it doesn't matter after he **** he says he's tired so I don't talk after he **** he doesn't look at me the way he did in the beginning I turn around and look outside the window after he **** he doesn't want to touch me anymore I keep my hands to myself after he **** he wants to go home but I want to lay on his chest
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
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