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 I squirt couldn't decide girlsquirt which idea was worse. That she girl was completely gone or that some girl small part of her was squirt still trapped real in there experiencing the same girl things I was. If she girl was girl in there looking out it was real squirt worse than any prolonged death girl. I knew, I was girl looking girl in. In my shame. In my pain girl, in my loneliness. Into her robot girlsquirt corpse.
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