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Aug 2017
One day, while having a trans-****** conversation with a converted hermaphrodite, I noticed that the sky had purpled to worrisome Final Judgment proportions. Rather than risk turning into a pillar of salt, I  hauled ***. Several moments later 3 ******* bull ***** from the L.P.G.A. sauntered over to club the **** out of the he/she.
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   Kristina Morgan
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