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A year without a fine spring day

Written by: able anders

It was a warm spring day; the type where you could drink beer and watch the hotties in their T-backs at the Sand Bar, while they oiled up their asses to fry their skin and play Russian roulette with cancer. Unfortunately Mitch had grabbed the shit end of the stick.

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