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Your T is an *** for cutting you off mid-sentence and acting like he has a say on what you do with your body.
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I'm her...new...cool...meat. She pops the trunk, and she removes me, the machine takes pictures of us, and my jaw and my teeth hurt, I'm choking, and gnawing, on the ball....and just before I come to, I move to the back of the car, she makes me touch the machine, new murderer. Soon I'll let you go, soon I'll let you go, so she says.
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