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I don't know what's worse... holding your hand on false pretenses, or letting it go because I know I should.
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You're nothing but a face on the front page. "Her life stolen, taken from her." But where's my fame after I've taken pride in my work? The teen aged nympho fucked for her own glory, and the gashes left will tell the story. No trophy is in store for our big winner tonight. I'm sorry, contestants, but you all leave empty-handed. Your only parting gift is the mark left in your soul. You'll never get it back.
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You're nothing but a face on the front page. "Her life stolen, taken from her." But where's my fame after I've taken pride in my work? The teen aged nympho fucked for her own glory, and the gashes left will tell the story. No trophy is in store for our big winner tonight. I'm sorry, contestants, but you all leave empty-handed. Your only parting gift is the mark left in your soul. You'll never get it back.
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