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Post by wizer on Mar 12, 2008 23:53:58 GMT -5
I used to like it when they play nice, but I don't anymore.
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Post by murdock on Mar 12, 2008 23:56:29 GMT -5
I used to like it when they play nice, but I don't anymore. hmmmmm.... I wonder why
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Post by wizer on Mar 13, 2008 0:00:21 GMT -5
It's better when you have to fight her for it.
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Post by murdock on Mar 13, 2008 0:02:38 GMT -5
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Post by wizer on Mar 13, 2008 0:03:48 GMT -5
Like when she's tied to the bedposts, thrashing around, pretending she doesn't want it..helplessly bound, unable to stop you from ravishing her body...
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Post by murdock on Mar 13, 2008 0:07:51 GMT -5
Like when she's tied to the bedposts, thrashing around, pretending she doesn't want it..helplessly bound, unable to stop you from ravishing her body...
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Post by ionysis on Mar 13, 2008 15:42:42 GMT -5
Yes, everything is going to be broken in the end I fear - my body has finally caught up with my heart and my mind, no doubt, is soon to follow.
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Post by jules on Mar 13, 2008 15:44:47 GMT -5
I used to think my work was important, but I don't anymore.
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Post by murdock on Mar 13, 2008 15:46:34 GMT -5
I used to try to be gentle... but I don't anymore.
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Post by Saucy on Mar 13, 2008 18:40:28 GMT -5
i used to really like working here, but i dont anymore.
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