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I tried to ask him what he was doing but he just stared at me saying "Guh? A-wha? Huh?" like he was some kind of mentally retarded person.
When I tried to stop him from leaving he just pushed me down to the ground and nibbled my bottom lip. Naturally, I was unable to stop a whorish moan from escaping my lips.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, turns out he was the father of my Wife's Boyfriend's kids.
Don't trust his trades - you'll be left a quivering, moaning, mess with a Battle Scarred P250 Sand Dune and a missing knife.
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