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			<title>The Gift Of Anal sex</title>
			<description>&quot;Why don't you let me f**k you in the a*s.&quot; I said to her.&quot;I told you I would babe&amp;nbsp;but you won't buy lube&quot; she said.&quot;It's better when it's raw&quot;&quot;Not for me&quot;&quot;I thought it was a present. Presents don't have consequences&quot;&quot;Yeah but even a present has limits&quot;&quot;Not if your rich. If I wa..</description>
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			<title>If I Wanted</title>
			<description>If I wanted to be real then I'd find myself an ugly woman. Have little ugly children with her that resemble reality. Get a job. Get married. Masturbate at two in the morning about my wife being asleep. Go to work early to catch up on boredom. Have friends. Get divorced. Masturbate about getting ..</description>
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			<title>Splinters</title>
			<description>So I'll tell you something that happened. It was a couple of years ago and it was early in the morning. I woke up quickly in a sweat. I was dreaming about PILLOWS. Rows and rows of PILLOWS. All lined up in a park at night. There was somebody else there but I can't recall&amp;nbsp;who they were or&amp;nb..</description>
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