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...and then he pushed me against the wall and started to pound my pussy while i watched helplessly.
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And then he got out his pocket-knife...
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and started carving his name in my cat's belly!
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JESUS CHR... wait! What? Your cat? Oh for fuck's sake Karen, i though you meant you were being molested by Milkman Dan. Who the hell cares about your cat?!
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