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Dec 2024
DON'T JUST DON'T! Our romance was like an apple tree in an
avalanche with artificial monkeys in it. We kissed too soon at
your mother's funeral when everyone was watching us.
That's why I can never look at a dead crone
again with the same lust and desire.
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