1. But the rock was too steep, and his will began to break. Slowly, he relented, letting his body slide steadily toward the water’s edge. His blood grew cold as she climbed upon him; his breathing became more labored with each touch. And so it was that there, in the quiet tidal pools of Cavallo, beneath the Italian sun, herpes set softly upon Frederick and overwhelmed him.


    He got tired of her constant skanky-ass BODY ODOR…

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