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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!

ARTIE 15-Jul-02/4:36 PM
Oh...Dark Angel, you amaze me. I really thought you had moved beyond fisting, it's so passe anymore. Oh my DOG! What have I done?




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