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It was bad enough seeing that walking, talking penile erection standing there with a smirk on his pretty-boy face. But what really had my blood boiling was that he’d brought Fallyn with him. She stood next to him in that same sundress she’d worn days before at the park. It was now soiled and rent in places, with food and dirt stains here and there marring the once colorful fabric. Her eyes were vacant, and a thin line of drool ran down her lip. Oh, Fallyn.
Donna
That's going to get the creep an extra painfull end
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