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With Breastages Like My Verbiage No. 2: Die Brücke

With Breastages Like My Verbiage No. 2: Die Brücke

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It was a warm night in late July. I sat awake in bed, tormented by the roaring fan and my dismal thoughts. The air hung like a damp sheet 

Alas, she entered, with breasts like my verbiage and an ass like my affectation.

 


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