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two screaming orgasms I told the waiter later I played you & you were drunk so I was too but not my lips they walked around the bar all kisses & chattering "the world I know is round & spins" I fell forwards caught my teeth on the pleats of your skirt & you swatted at my face like someone who kills flies so I ordered you another glass of water & I poured it on my head laughed like the nose that spite the face then sat down at your side purring & you ran your fingers through my skin almost ecstatically screaming
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