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I see a large, muscular men He is strong, like hen. Look at your chin. He comes up to me. "what's up good lookin?" I romantically gaze in his eyes. "get away from me, you creep, this is a library." The man pants heavily, with his bulge in his right hand. He steals my little brother and does the magic dance. All of a sudden, it consumes me. The bulge is life. I am the bulge. The bulge is the labyrinth. We are the bulge. Bulge. The bulge. David Bulge Bowie. Jareth The bulge.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
The Bulge
I see a large, muscular men He is strong, like hen. Look at your chin. He comes up to me. "what's up good lookin?" I romantically gaze in his eyes. "get away from me, you creep, this is a library." The man pants heavily, with his bulge in his right hand. He steals my little brother and does the magic dance. All of a sudden, it consumes me. The bulge is life. I am the bulge. The bulge is the labyrinth. We are the bulge. Bulge. The bulge. David Bulge Bowie. Jareth The bulge.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
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