There was I time, I'll have you know, my tounge was drunk with the bittersweet pleasure of my neighbors swollen, august berries.My red hands wiped juice off of my puckered red lips, my blossoming red hair seduced the suns rays from caressing my burnt red skin. The world bled. I lounged, full and satisfied, as I popped the last cherry in my hungry
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