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- Russless
- I enjoy one-on-one conversations, but if you don't keep up I will either give you too much information, or stare into space.
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- The pissing raceSo he’d gone to such-and-such-a-sc...
- Highway number threeStill have that heavy foot as ...
- My parents were babes
- The homecoming party“So why haven’t I seen you aro...
- Meet the MartinsThis is the only family I could be...
- I was dining with a ghostAnd so the eating tour of...
- Teenage kicks right through the nightBefore the bl...
- Trash talking Toronto...and with that he heads home.
- Talk to me, my stuffSix months after the name went...
- The permanent pageantAnd of the women in that city...
- Self portrait of a North American male, homosexual...
- Inside the clock maker’s homePhoto: Dale Reimer, '...
- Toronto the tinyJust as her text message announce...
- Penile economics*Photo: Pinups magIt takes more th...
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1 comment:
adorable.
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