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Sep 2019
She said she had boundaries. Told me about the ***. Lied about it later. Not that it matters. She knows she's entertaining. I appreciate the break in monotony. We're both out of smoke. He left for four hours, no, five. His little daughter was there. Said he'd be right back. The last dude stole an old lady's change and had a penchant for catching wild animals from the back ditch. One other dripped sweat and yelled for hours from the night to the early morning.
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J Walton  F/Close to the toe, LA
(F/Close to the toe, LA)   
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