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The Day I Stopped Descending for Yanks

I recently came athwart a photo of a adult Brazilian man I had an affaire with a few daysprings past (OK, I Googled him. ) When I saw his sly smile and unmanageable blacken hair, I couldn’t help thought that, by comparison, my live-in fellow wasn’t quite as darkly alluring or agitative I met the […]

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