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Peter Pope the Great was gliding on skates. He saw a girl, her ass could twirl. He started putting his hand on her booty. She said get your hands off of me. But he pushed it in, it started stretchin. It started falling he couldn't catch it. The way he was panting you'd think he was havingan attack. A jack back attack. He went blind and started screaming. He had did the unthinkable. He was dreaming. He awoke with a smirk on his face. He was late for the part at nine. Right across from the big bristled pine.
