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He kissed me, and it felt like he was trying to eat me alive (not in a good way) and when he asked condescendingly if that was my first time his words were a handful of rocks flung with a mouthful of laughter to lessen the sting.
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Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC
Not Again
He kissed me, and it felt like he was trying to eat me alive (not in a good way) and when he asked condescendingly if that was my first time his words were a handful of rocks flung with a mouthful of laughter to lessen the sting.
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Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC
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