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She buried her face in his neck. Sobbing.

  • She buried her face in his neck. Sobbing. All the years of rage and hurt came up like depth charges. Biden stroked her back. He didn't say anything because
  • any words that came to mind suddenly felt clumsy, farfetched. Words simply didn't fit into the hole her tears were flowing from. He frantically turned them round, like tetris block
  • Squiggly, whom no one wanted to see. She began retching now, her physical capacities deteriorating rapidly. Where was that F'ing Line Block that could actually fill this void? Ah!-
  • group sex. It was what she always craved after a long hiatus from the dust.
  • she called it gsx pronounced "gee es ex".Dusty as she was she wanted to dust the sheets with a few good men. So Dusty did what everyone does when looking for anonymous group carnal
  • antelope. She bit all her pretzels into little shapes and tried to stick them together again. Just like she did with her victims. Dusty could only make G & X with pretzels, not S,
  • or T, but M and N. It was a skill that could only could be attained after much practice, and Dusty's tongue was already overly salty. The pretzels, though sticky, wouldn't stay put
  • after gargling down the Gateorade. And with that he was able to add the accent to the "O" and "-ing." Winning the accent contest once again! Overjoyed, Dusty ran to get his troph
  • ee'. The MC motioned for him to deliver an acceptance speech for the accent contest. "I first want to thank my mother, who taught me all I know about umlauts & diaeresis," he gushe
  • d, stoking his thorax unconsciously, hoping that no one noticed his slight lisp when he attempted drunken Welsh. His mother did; her icy steel glare burst his bubble of joy.

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