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I was the English teacher on field day, you were the greased up deaf guy we struggled to catch. You squealed like a pig and twinkled in the sunlight like a twilight protagonist. It was arousing and appetizing. I tried to get your number but you the cops came too quick, we never got your name. wish I could’ve been your one prison call. I listen to the police scanner everyday hoping I’ll get some kind of sign… like a fisherman waiting for his mermaid. I’ll wait forever.
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