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More in Dregs & Other Unreadables pausing to appreciate your stockingsSwing me with gentle hands
cleaned and soft with dishsoap until I vomit loudly on your shoes. Then, I'll clean the orange chunks up with cheap paper towels, as we both gag and squirm in the cloud of dinner's cold stench and you scream my name. What could be more romantic than regurgitated love and the caress of dishpan hands? |
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