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the weight is tiring and the spills burn he stays steady because hes learned but steady is a skill the young dont have so he moves slowly but every movement is a distaster defeated and in pain he holds that heavy *** in his shaking hands forever
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 6:31 AM UTC
A *** full of boiling water in a child's hands.
the weight is tiring and the spills burn he stays steady because hes learned but steady is a skill the young dont have so he moves slowly but every movement is a distaster defeated and in pain he holds that heavy *** in his shaking hands forever
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Pakistani
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 6:31 AM UTC
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