Pantsnake

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That close she can smell his skin. Like the stumbling of his steps, the stench creeps out of his crooked grin. She's just trying to die gracefully. To close the door to the out she's got to let this filth in. And I walk this wolf party. We're stalking the sheep but we see only holes.

No one here is as in love with your taint as you are.

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from Promotional Content, released November 17, 2016

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