The stripper’s routine in a dollar store after an impromptu ice-cream date and sitting on the beach where he learned how to swim only you find out he grew up around the corner so you help him for 45 years with everything because there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to be sure he paved a way in life that matrimonied a crutch like your endurance’s stamina, so push— push thru, yes (!!) in a long shot of two “F” —words that sorta combine a liking to without the future here or around here when weed in a mouse trap got caught at the motel 6 another night from tonight and then again back, a year back, maybe two, without all this:
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