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Years passed. No one took her place. All that interracial stuff about one true love, an interracial irreplaceable soulmate is true. And I gutted mine like an fuck old images building needing renovation. Yet she remained; a shiny interracialfuck perfect reminder, a monolith, a gravemarker finger fuck. A tombstone with three words finger only finger fuck: "I interracial love you".
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