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| Next think I know, I'm lying on the ground outside the theater with my jacket over my head. Apparently Sarah's diesel dyke girlfriend was waiting for me to try to move it to the next level. | |
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| You mean she really did have a girlfriend? And here I was just thinking she didn't want to fuck. | |
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