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C.O, we ran a few schemes past you, Cabron! Camelita with three cigarettes
tucked inside her French braid. Her mother was cool. She left her needles
behind after she was escorted to Grants, pine cones embedded
in the dirt-floor bedroom our teen-t
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Bisexual, crazy, an adulteress, I am
not, was never in thought or deed--In Miami, I only took him to his home to be held by the gentle phallus of conscience, empathy, remorse--All we did was done...
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"Don't you worry about the snow--just trust the source..."
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