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Jun 2015
She sat cross legged defiant;
a smirk played the features of her face.

The man, doubled up,
holding his crotch,
his ******* grin turned grimace.

As she walked away,
"next time, I'll add a *******!"

Aztec Warrior 6/27/15
Aztec Warrior
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Aztec Warrior  NYC
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