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“Really, you have a favourite poutine place?” he ridiculed. I could taste the judgement on his lips. See the twinkle of superiority in his eyes. Feel the scorn in his palms as he slapped my *** He took a long drag of his cigarette.
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
**** me and judge me
“Really, you have a favourite poutine place?” he ridiculed. I could taste the judgement on his lips. See the twinkle of superiority in his eyes. Feel the scorn in his palms as he slapped my *** He took a long drag of his cigarette.
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
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