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Supa Soviet Missil Mastar
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Join Date: May 2003
Location: Tasmania
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Mar 28th, 2010, 03:53 AM
I could still see her through the front window, her bent over arse obscuring the rest of the street. She couldn't hear me but I could hear her, and her crying kids. Soon enough she would be the one crying when they took her kids away, and as hard as I am to bribe, Agents are a lot tougher.
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