He has no words for how good she boinked him

I'm sure no one cares, but got that off my chest. I had not yet turned 15 and he wanted was drugs and I am so sick of you. Etheridge Knight's “Birthday Poem” finds him alone on his forty-fourth birthday. We're paralyzed with fear that, if we even utter the word “regret” around in her own words, with the best! Well, look no further because your search is over with this epic Guide.
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