On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene of ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of
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mmmm .. tactic terror huh when ur about to be dumped! mauahhehaa
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You story really sounds like it
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*Smirk*
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