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... walked in this never ending temple run shit in a straight line as if I was in an optical illusion, I finally found the onahole.
I mean, I finally found what I was looking for.
Johnson’s cabin was in front of my eyes.
It was as if I was a married actor but was allowed to do kissing scenes under the pretense of the script requirements.
All the fatigue I felt during the running went away—like a wife after knowing that she could get millions in alimony—as the sight o ...
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