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Sep 2014
They ****** incessantly in bathroom stalls.
Reeking heavily of forgotten Paul Mauls.
One day they both caught *****.
From one of the porcelain slabs.
Or so both believed.
Making them relieved.
Since there was no extracurricular fun.
Committed on either one.
Problem was, they both were wrong.
Each had been a ******* for far too long.
Charles Lutwidge Dodgson
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Charles Lutwidge Dodgson  Shermer, Illinois
(Shermer, Illinois)   
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