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Lunch time couldn’t come soon enough. I had 15min to get to her place. Two trains, SOHO to Williamsburg, the city to Brooklyn. Que locura! She would wait for me in her aqua blue bathrobe, the one with the holes in the back. We were animals, racing to see who would *** first. Afterwards I would quickly devour a plate of cold tostones and scrambled eggs. My trip back to work was full of paranoia. Felt like all eyes were on me and that I had poured on a bottle of *** scented cologne. Que locura!
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Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 10:30 AM UTC
Que Locura
Lunch time couldn’t come soon enough. I had 15min to get to her place. Two trains, SOHO to Williamsburg, the city to Brooklyn. Que locura! She would wait for me in her aqua blue bathrobe, the one with the holes in the back. We were animals, racing to see who would *** first. Afterwards I would quickly devour a plate of cold tostones and scrambled eggs. My trip back to work was full of paranoia. Felt like all eyes were on me and that I had poured on a bottle of *** scented cologne. Que locura!
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Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 10:30 AM UTC
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