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We got one more -10F night in WI ahead before I can go back to running around the house in my panties.
Everytime I step out the front door, my short penis retreats right up into my abdomen.
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Approach the mirrored reflection saying his name three times : "Butcher .... Butcher .... Butcher ....."
and wait to see if this Bogeyman urban legend manifests in the background, looming over shoulder
While your neighbors were busy killing off everyone in the neighborhood
with your own butcher knife in hand concealed behind your back
you stood for
ever before the window saying
nothing
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