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May 2016
bringing my hand to the lowest part of my back where the sensation has yet to return, I curl my fingers and clench my hand into a fist. I ****** it forward, in and out. No matter, nothing at all. I finally did it. I won and I am the one laughing. It ends up this was yet another harrowing joke.

I crawl for none but the sadist.
Joe Satkowski
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Joe Satkowski  United States
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