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Jul 2016
The watering hole is where the species congregate. It is where fertile flowers pollinate the air with pheromones. It is where I feel most removed from society. I can never compete with the verulante baboons pounding their chest and flashing their *****. I can never measure up to the towering beasts who sip the water here. These doe would never share a drop with me.
Stephen Norton
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Stephen Norton  32/M/Massaschusetts
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