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Apr 2020
She was lovely. She was blond.
  She took me to her bed naked.
  She went quiet guilty nun on me.
  I spent my seed and left her praying
  to whatever deity lived in her head.
  I sat with the living on my bar stool.
I wonder to this day what the proctor
graded me on ******* a lonely corpse.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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   Ana Sweeney
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