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She wept underneath her beautiful masquerade mask, tears flowing unto her heaving breasts
like milk. that's because it was. and she looked hot, and i wish
life was fabulous beyond belief.
Then, suddenly, a shot rang out. In the back of the room I saw a figure in the darkness. It appeared that my assailant was none other than
the chinese Elvis impersonator we bumped into last Friday. i should have known from the clues. The Guitar, the cape, the Glasses,
and everything. We made a lot at the garage sale.
