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They’ll credit you for the evil things that happen, not the justice you represent, and I’m sorry.
She never knew where the line of rejection would be drawn, which activities she enjoyed or which parts of her personality would be deemed inconvenient or unsavory, and that fear had, in many ways, kept her from living.
Thick and uncut,
the fat head
the center seam of his sac
“I like seeing all your texts when I get a chance. It’s like a little diary of your thoughts. Even if I can’t respond,
“You know how much I love you?” “Yes,” she breathed. “Good.”
Her eyes fluttered closed, the soft noise that escaped her parted lips like a tangible stroke along his cock.

