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March 3rd, 2003 - 12:23 a.m. Je suis la plus... yeah. Look out, she is a predator posing as a nervous sweaty palmed virgin boy. If you know her well enough, you would know all too well. C'est fa�ile. All in her aggravated satisfaction, boy. She's merveilleux. And she will go before you can begin to beg her to come closer. She's not for you, boy. She's married to herself, children. And her orgasm would flatten all your neurons, boy, in a muted explosion not constructed for fragile ears (y-). She's more man than you, boy. N. �
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