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My professor told me to feel as he slid his hand down my pocket for charcoal. He got charcoal. I got a court summons.
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Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 3:34 AM UTC
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My professor told me to feel as he slid his hand down my pocket for charcoal. He got charcoal. I got a court summons.
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Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 3:34 AM UTC
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