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once upon a time there was a girl who loved another girl who loved another girl, and that girl loved herself. the two firstnamed they lived together as a couple and the lastnamed she lived alone. the two living together called the one living alone regularly on the phone, and they new her phonenumber like the palm of their hands. because, because, they couldn´t live without it and without her. and

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once upon a time there was a creature who loved eating green vegetables with musard and also eating the head of his friends, like the head of the green salad, yes this was a hungry creature with such a big tits and two dicks in a row, one in the navel another on at the usual place, and so the creature´s pleasures were always double of the usual normal beings´ of our world, the socalled simple

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women with love in their fingers, we have heard about them, they live somwhere in the south, with big love in their fingers, tender love, mosquito love, toffee love, morrocan love, something very different from western home love, oh yes, they bake you with love, they make you wanna die with love, they live somewhere i think we call it: south, maybe somewhere else, with tremendeous love inside of

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silver dollar love allright, once upon a time there was this crazy girl, she had glasses, she had 10 fingers, she had a beating heart, she was tenderly shaped, she talked serveral languages, she had big teeths, like people who talk serveral languages, she had red hair, or blond, somewhere in between and she met a girl who was pretty normal. they fell in love. allright, thats nothing to write

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allright. once upon a time a girl was driving in her car when she met another girl who also where driving in her car, they met at gas station, eating each one a sandwich, buying gas for their cars, watching each other meanwhile with not so curious eyes. they also bought icecream, before they got to know each other, - the females are always eating, males drinking, beer and vodka, thats because

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the girl took a revenge... she went to the medical office of the medical couple, the man with the big glasses and the woman with her big ears, and she put some sleeping gas into the office so the medical couple fell into sleep, the woman sitting by the table, the man standing by the human skeleton putting his one hand on its shoulder as he usually did when he was explaining something to his wife

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once upon a time there was a girl who had wings. she kept flying over her city in the nighttime doing all kind of naughty things, loving people, hating them and confusing them, but one day she met this doctor with big glasses and his wife the nurse with the big ears, and they cut of her wings and put her wings on the wall of the office of their medical practice, under the wings they wrote: wings

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once upon a time a mother was feeding her son by the kitchen table with a spoon and a bowl full of vanilla apple mousse, and she was thinking if she wasn´t young any more, if she was already old, that if no one wanted to love her anymore, except for her son, she was 29 years old, she had violet eyes, brown hair, strange skin complex like that of a being that didn´t knew so many people, that spent

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i used to be paralysed, oh my god, what is happening to me, i can walk!

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miracle miracle i can walk!

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