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Dec 2017
in her russian mind, she adored me saying the word crumpet, i guess she envisioned me calling her: my crumpet, to compliment her name for me... kakashka... **** me, it only lasted a few months and i'm still thinking about it... but then again... it is fertile ground... and it doesn't have the face of the person concerned... and since it's in my head, it's ideal... but outside of it... well... it only lasted a few months.

take a *crumpet
, toast it,
  generously smear butter onto it,
then cut up some french
brie (cheese) -
          gently squeeze some runny
honey over it,
   and then sprinkle cinnamon
over it.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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