It looked like a slow motion nut shot fall. Clutch and tumble. Tumble and clutch. I'm fiending for your axel or a nice asiatic transvestite hooker clawing at the air like goodbye kitty. I'm scared now. Mammy. All doused in blackface with yellow eyes and canine teeth. I'm not scared of anything except the pain of losing her.
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