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I sent the first text, and he asked for my name. We bonded very quickly, you can almost call it fate. Then came the late nights, we talked a lot but never met. His pictures are all I saw, and his *** was to die for. His teeth weren't perfect, but he had an insanely beautiful smile. One day  he just went offline, and never said bye.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
The One That Got Away
I sent the first text, and he asked for my name. We bonded very quickly, you can almost call it fate. Then came the late nights, we talked a lot but never met. His pictures are all I saw, and his *** was to die for. His teeth weren't perfect, but he had an insanely beautiful smile. One day  he just went offline, and never said bye.
dedication to Ice-T
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
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