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It was usually me, but sometimes it would be somebody else.

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The other kids said some stuff about wanting to play basketball or having to get home in time for supper. He spit on the grass near me like he was pissed I was tagging along, but I think he was secretly glad to have somebody to go with. By the time we got there, the sun was low and everything was golden. Sometimes he called it Ho Chi Minh City. Around the back of the building there was a big wooden board instead of a door. The bottom half had rotted Mature blonde bimbo slurps cocks and you could fit through the hole and get inside that way.

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