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Click hereBecause I never even remember dying. (or really died)
Because I never even really do like 11 year old girls...
But I like what others like.
The actress enjoyed it.
I suspected something.
He's a momma's boy.
Who touched him?
GP?
What the hell has happened.
I'm probably not going to be in school much longer.
Plus I have a loan to pay for classes my mom helped get.
Because I've struggled through progress. Going crazy to leave a nightmare.
If anything I remember women--my mom a little. (real mom, not anne).
I look like her.
Sister or daughter. What about your house, or your oral offering you do remember.
I remember a rining in my head when she tried to advance.
Then I made her leave.
"Some people like play to with cocks, to lick them, and to suck them.
Flashed before my eyes. Superboy knew.
My dad stares at her.
BUT I think the horny old man is just a horny old man.
And a mother that breaks the fingers off her mother would scare me.
Dad spanked her? After getting raped. That's what mom told me.
But I'm here, regardless.
I must rest.
Writing tomorrow.
Spent.
Writing Community served.
Now goodnight, nothing changed, except I want more retribution on Molly.
I have jedi tricks.
Very dark stuff here, eloquently described. Also a very distinctive style.