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Sep 2017
I was alone and frightened with only my large **** to keep me company. It was silly to believe that I, with these large ****, could  run out of milk. It was cow juice that I was after and I meant to get it whatever the cost; no matter how many cows I distressed; no matter the number of unholy transgressions that I'd have to incur against the providentially-sacred laws of Universal order.
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   Mystic904
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