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       How very: I longed to grab the woman in white again: she spent three hundred euros for hair:
but only another sticky guy in a wet shirt was there for me.  
       We stomped together in a circle - the cruel motherfucker in me: who wants her:   untouchable
and white: to scalp: it doesn't matter - and uncle Fero ..
       But really: when will we have a chance to hold our hands again like this?
       Probably never again.
       Dear my non-consanguineous relatives: if this boundary experience excited me equall   - like
the idea of my hand in a lace decollete: hoops: and matte gray-white stockings.
       But no: the biggest dude will have it: at half past one: in the toilet: with the bride.
       How embarrassing I'm.
       To stare like this.
       Always a hundredth of a second longer  than would be decent. 
       The guys - ladies know.
       At times: it insults me magically to belong to anywhere and especially:   into this drooling
association: that's disgusting: but why these lifted tits?
       And how do she know? :to hold dress like this: from the side: so maestoso: so she don't step
on it: and the other arm: so long: until to the shoulder: to expose so ... Spanish?