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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.
๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ซ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ with several ghetto Negroes after ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด
to an ex-lesbian lover. It was like visiting China Town or Slick City
or some other burg where radishes are always in-season.
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