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I started my day getting chased out of my parents’ tiny rental property by a raccoon, wearing nothing but a satin bonnet, a big t-shirt, and panties so matronly that my grandmother would judge me for it.
The way he carries himself has big-dick-and-knows-how-to-use-it energy, which unfortunately I’m drawn to like a moth to a flame.
