midnight park benches wet with dew and cum from runaways who found a friend
sat there trying to find the right thing to pretend to be and decided it would be easier to ask questions hoping she decides to at least undo a button
what's your favorite flavor of ice cream? who do you think is going to win the election? will you be the one to save me?
his subtle intention to see if she shaves her pubic hair has been forgotten ever since he thought he saw momma walk by
now her breasts is provoking a cocaine craving for cereal bowls of milk with powder on the table
mama always knew how to keep up in the morning so he wouldn't be late to school
never late to school so mama would have enough time to make sure she felt nothing when papa came home and watched pretty tony jive about why he should make her sing and scream
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