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Several times a month, I will be in a store aisle reaching for something and feel a hand going up the inside of my thigh. When I turn around to find myself alone with a woman, and ask her if she would prefer me to hold still so she can get a better feel for the situation, oftentimes she will act "shocked" claiming nothing had happened, it must be somebody else...

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Started by the dreadful hours, March 23, 2009, 07:28:18 PM

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the dreadful hours

March 23, 2009, 07:28:18 PM
when the sun rose this morning
it brought to light
the emptiness around me
on the bright side
i was able to find my socks

Bebek Sincap Ratatosk

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March 23, 2009, 07:29:44 PM
 :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
- I don't see race. I just see cars going around in a circle.

"Back in my day, crazy meant something. Now everyone is crazy" - Charlie Manson

the dreadful hours

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March 23, 2009, 07:35:26 PM
i bleed to bring you joy

Lyris_Nymphetamine

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March 23, 2009, 08:29:59 PM
never has a poem hit so close to home.












i hate it when i lose my socks.
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