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I remember the good times when we lived like dogs on top of a mountain of meat: never straying far, always ******* each other while never getting stuck. I'll never forget (unless my head gets crushed under a fat woman on a horse) the love we shared for climbing trees and eating monkeys. A love like ours will never die unless I get smashed like a bug by an elephant.
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(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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