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FRED HUNT IS A SON OF A BITCH, BASTARD II

I walked without knowing where I was going, like the path ahead had never been walked before, even though I took it every day. At the first trash can I passed, I threw the bag with the "gifts" I'd received for the good fuck.

I was braless. I'd left it inside the bus along with Carly's dress. All I had was a thong that covered nothing and a Jimi Hendrix T-shirt stained with cum. No way I could take a bus like that. So once again I took a cab.

When I got home and opened the door, I saw Rarlat ...

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