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The car is frigid, and so is my wife. Her cramping bloated abdomen Is ruining my life. There are not enough tampons to soak up her rage. On a never-ending drive to Florida, Trapped In a silver four door cage.
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
26 Hours of uninterrupted ***
The car is frigid, and so is my wife. Her cramping bloated abdomen Is ruining my life. There are not enough tampons to soak up her rage. On a never-ending drive to Florida, Trapped In a silver four door cage.
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
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