“Where are you man?” she asked when I slipped out of her and lit a L&M Red Label. I took a cold Stella Artois out of the… Read more “Another Reservoir Of Delight”
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Sometimes you just have to go like: ‘fuck it’ and jump.
(Too much is never enough.)
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