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Jun 2015
Every chat up line I ever tried was a waste of time and then I died a hundred times or more waiting for her to come but the door stayed closed, believing I was supposed to be the epitome of masculinity, steroids to increase virility and a mustache because it suited me I was irritated instantly each time that she rejected me,
I suspected a conspiracy,
but
she did it on her own.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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