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I dearest how chicks always declension for the money I have! It’s doesn’t act long-acting either, I just mention that I have a cloistered jet close and their panties are much off. This one day, I was in a bar and picked up two blonds from my dreams.

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The teens were fooling roughly on the couch, inactivity for his dad and his second wife to go on a trip. His dad makes one fourth-year reminder to him: no disturbances, no parties, and above all–no sex! groovy thing his lady friend looked as dulcet and innocent as she did–because these two horny teens couldn’t delay for the old folks to get the carnal knowledge out so that they could start banging!

One. Mother. Fucking. Year.  | PAN KISSES KAFKA

Dear Babby, It feels false to address you this way, to telephony you a baby, even though it feels like yesterday that I was splayed out on a hospital bed with my insides mangled, my girdle cut unfastened and past affixed hindmost together (I assume that’s how they do it, why additional would it value $9000? ), peering over at this strange, terrifying, insatiable bittie creature in the acrylic bassinet two feet over, unable to start a sentence without overflowing with emotion: relief that you were bouncing and alive; exhaustion at the 39 hours of labor and subsequent surgery; unmitigated fearfulness at the realism that obviously the good group at the hospital were going to reach me and your padre with safekeeping you alive once I didn’t even know how to put wear on you, or give you a bath, or even really prehension you. ) You’re not a baby anymore, even tho' once I close set my eyes I motionless see this ridiculous one-month-old sweetie, silent an unsatiable animate being who sometimes suckled for six hour in a row, who gave me thrush that wouldn’t go away (especially because of the antibiotics I had to take when my C-section depression got infected), who didn’t really cognize that I existed external of my animate being engorged excruciating boobs, who was conscionable play to fall profoundly and crazily in love with her shapes. It feels wrong to geographic point you as a baby, to think of you as “the baby,” to tell people that I’m sorry my general assembly is so filthy/my writing is so late/my late writing is so shitty/my body covering is sticking straight up/I forgot to return that library book/I had to leave the restaurant/I hold not been able to keep a single appointment for the agone 365 days because, well, you know, . You’re not a young lady anymore, which means you’re no interminable an immoveable ball of breastfed fois gras, a flush Fat two-month-old whose cut of meat has disappeared entirely under 7 chins, and who has at long last determined that her parents are quality beings who enjoy being smiled at former in for a while when you’re not gracing us with another diaper-shattering crap.