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Highway Road Accidents


At a crossroads. Whispering compliance from the universe-hands pressed hard against each other. Counting change and making plans. My love for someone gurgles. Please let it die. I've decided to ignore men and their cocks for the rest of my life. No interest in the ladies. Someone new rubbed my shoulders over my clothes and I wanted to vomit. He kept smiling and I was thankful that I had eight hours to go in a direction far and away. When the desirous are the equivalent of television commercials or highway road accidents, things should be easier. I know I should be flattered but when you've been stomped on, the road becomes your groom. I keep pressing him down with this rig and tons and tons of weight. Alabama bound.

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