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How I Learned To Shut Up And Listen

What to say about Rachel who presse­da dark pis­tol against her chest and gave upin the mid­dle of the day at the lake­front—the hot cut­ting from tit to ass cheek,miss­ing all of the organs except her­mind which to this day … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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