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The End! (Other) by ARTIE

Twisted, fisted, rambling drunk falls, Sees dark angels on the wall. Cold, and naked, his lifeblood stopped, "One small glass!", his last call!

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 15-Jul-02/4:04 PM
Oh... oh, yes, I see. So someone told you about my fisting hobby. And what of it? You would have done the same. O Jesu what have I done...




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