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| it's your journal. there's some whack sh#t in here. | |
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| Like how i recount the death of my brother? | |
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| yeah. i still can't figure out how you were able to shove that funnel in his ass and then fill it with drano with out him fighting back. | |
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| you want to come back to my place and find out, sailor? | |
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| you know, i wouldn't mind going back to your place and finding out. no drano, though. just your spit and cum. | |
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