Dear Maria, my fan,
I don't know what you mean.
I use no bleaching... it's just natural.
Just like the sex we had.
I am a honest man, It's true, we had sex.
But I don't love you, Maria. I am so sorry.
You are made of plastic.
You are in my dreams. Just there, for ever.
Peter North
the man who gave you orgasm twice
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