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weird neighborhood
Adolf 2022-12-20 18:22:58
It's so weird. He came across a slut who said he had been raped and had a book with disgusting pictures in his bag. He suspected it was a scam and left her house quickly. Because the plaster sculpture was sent back to find that the slut was dead, the people I met on the road were weird, like lunatics, and all the people in the block wanted to keep him and not let him go. This really drives people crazy. Then a woman saved him from being chased by everyone, trapped him in a plaster and prevented him from going out. Fortunately, two thieves thought he was a work of art and stole it into the car. The door was broken on the road, the plaster fell out and broke, and he came out It happened to be where I was going to work, and the door just opened, the bell rang, colleagues came one after another, and we arrived at the normal place.
Extended Reading
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Paul Hackett: Greg called.
Marcy: Oh, how'd that little faggot find out I was staying here tonight? He probably wants to whine to me about his latest boyfriend.
Paul Hackett: Friends like that are hard to deal with sometimes.
Marcy: Well, that's what friends are for!
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Paul Hackett: Can I ask you something? I've wanted to ask you this all night. Who's Franklin?
Marcy: Franklin? Franklin is my husband.
Paul Hackett: Really? Is that - his loft, then?
Marcy: He owns it yes.
Paul Hackett: Well, do you live with him?
Marcy: No, he's in Turkey. Look, I stayed with my husband for three days. I was very young when I got married.