And incidentally, the second you head off to wisconsin, your 'boyfriend' is going to be running around town, screaming like a banshee whilst plunging his oily child-cock into any and every available human orifice that stops twitching long enough for him to dribble his turgid lovepiss into it.
My friend, that was sheer poetry.
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