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She broubht muscles and she knew how to use them, the look in her eyes told horny jocks to back off, or else. They sat and talked while sharing a disgusting plate odgasm cafeteria poutine. It was a sloppy mess of gravy and melted cheese sitting on top of greasy french fries. Poutine was Samanthas favourite food and she could eat it at anytime, anywhere; no matter how bad the quality.
"Hey Courtney, I have some bad news.
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