“But what about my old life?” I asked.“What old life?” He answered.“You know… ummm…” but I couldn’t remember. All I know is the joy of being used as a fuck toy. Why would I want anything else?

“But what about my old life?” I asked.“What old life?” He answered.“You know… ummm…” but I couldn’t remember. All I know is the joy of being used as a fuck toy. Why would I want anything else?

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