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"Comes! Get up, you Goofy! "I give you my hands and lift you up. So heavy ... Made a buffalo! This is your problem: YOU WANT to be heavy. You let the sadness stick in the corners of your eyes, made remix, and spread. But no matter how much the cursed and depressing writer plays, you can not hide the love he has in your eyes. God, it is so much love that I could end up underground! If it were not the ground beneath my feet. "In 15 minutes! Okay, big thing? "Time for a quick shower. I'm fixing my medallion (the reliquary of dreams and loves that I want to live with you) and I see you in the hall, looking at your toes as a punishment boy. Aahh !! Willingness to bite !! "Let's go! We'll do something different, huh! "We turned away from the exit of employees and escaped to a door they told me that day. Okay, we're in the middle of Main St.! The park is not exactly dead (there is the maintenance team), but nothing prevents us from feeling it as if it were OURS. (to be continued)

"She liked him to put her hands between her legs while she was still dressed: her fingers pulling the silk from her socks, trying to widen the garter belt, to slide on the soft skin of her thighs, to creep into the her hair to the hot dampness of the thick, bulging, broad lips of her vagina, where she felt a throbbing distant heart pounding. Or a mouth full of thirst. She let her legs rise, her feet brushing her shoulders, but first as if they hesitated, in a kind of hug around her neck; then down again to the shoulders, open. Offering himself, as he began to lick at her lightly, the groin with its smell of fruit; a small salty sweat to creep into the saliva, dissolving into his tongue. And the whisper, the moan, was so low that no one could determine which of them they left. "(Continued)