Yesterday I shaved every inch of my body and mailed the hair to you. Does this excite you? Is this what you like, pen pal? Today I mailed a brick through your window and watched you shower… so clean. I sucked your soap like a sugared apple, I steamed your mirrors with nostrils flared. Pen pal, I'm afraid that our meetings are no longer coincidental, it's hard to be discrete when hooves hit concrete. It's hard to fit in when you look like equestrian.
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