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Saturday. He fondles his roses as little Beth walks by, holding her mommy’s hand. When mother and daughter are up the street a bit, he palpates petals, lets thorn press into his crotch. He is that nice old retired preacher from the middle of the block. He babysits Beth while her mommy goes to the gym. His predilections are private... secret... No one knows. No one knows but little Beth... and all the little girls before her. Not everyone is who they seem and evil can live forever hidden.
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
Attar of Evil
Saturday. He fondles his roses as little Beth walks by, holding her mommy’s hand. When mother and daughter are up the street a bit, he palpates petals, lets thorn press into his crotch. He is that nice old retired preacher from the middle of the block. He babysits Beth while her mommy goes to the gym. His predilections are private... secret... No one knows. No one knows but little Beth... and all the little girls before her. Not everyone is who they seem and evil can live forever hidden.
I despise child abusers and often rant about same.
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
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