It's a hot night. The mind races. You think about your knife: the only friend who hasn't betrayed you, the only friend who won't be dead by sunup. Sleep tight mates, in your quilted chambray night shirts.
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Anonymous2009-12-31 13:56
I love the J. Peterman catalog
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Anonymous2009-12-31 13:59
I love J Peterman. I want to kiss and feel his bottom