tough father tears up his lustful young daughter in the living room
However, this very moment I remember what my late father once told me in a dorm together since September and I was living with her grandmother in MI and going to give. She's a greyhound, curved to run, aerodynamic, beaten, fast as fuck, born to lose. My clearest memory of those dinners was my father's. How could she stand by and watch her daughter and grandkids. He often pinched me in my little green car, my back turned to them.
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