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Would it hurt you if I fucked a "Brittany"? Would it hurt you more If you knew it's killing me. after five months My eyes are still burning It took me one month to sleep in your bed again And ever since then, I've wondered if it's too soon. She's laying on you and in your sheets I can't get her fucking scent out of my mind. You must've liked her? She's been here more than once.
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