It seems the only reasonable thing to do is
move back home. To fuck bayou boys and
work in human resources. I tried it all here.
A mouthful of chocolate mint condom gives
one time to think. All I wanted was for him
to have put it in. This chapter has come to
a humiliating end. He told me to be safe. At
least at home there is someone to touch.
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