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letting down my guard
to reveal some nasty
little secrets

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fucker
 

My father hasn't copulated in years

I know he hasn't.

My parents never kiss

sleep in separate beds

at opposite ends of the house

He gives half hugs

to loved ones.

 

He seems much

too honorable

to be unfaithful

or to buy it on the street

unless

his violent tendencies

drove him to rape?

No, I don't think so.

I mean...

He can be a mean old fucker

But he just doesn't, you know,

fuck.

 

m-m

 

 
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