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No chance for Hallo, we sank into an unlit station doorway and he fumbled through my shorts.
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hello they say the rite of passage is falling in love and i didn't believe that until now. you took one look at my broken smile and showed up with your thread and needle and your mortar and sugar and took to work. you poured mortar on my mouth and sugar over my lips…
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