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Life was short, no matter how many days you were granted. And people were precious, each and every one, no matter how many you were lucky enough to have in your life. And love... love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too. -Tohrment

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I wish to be naked before you, she commanded. Make it so, Manuel.
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Word of advice. These have a kick, so don’t suck too hard—” Holy hypoxia, Batman.
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