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Seventeen in a tiny motel on Wilcox, surrounded by all of her clothes, dripping wet hangin' everywhere because she's a 'clean freak' no pictures on the wall only holes from nails and screws left behind when it was time to move on one bed, two chairs, one desk one vacuum (red devil) mostly walking around listening to a crack pipe "Are you nervous? I'll tweak if you get nervous . . . I'm just listening . . . do you like Madonna? I'm almost ready . . . you'll never guess how old I am . . . both my parents are Bikers . . . not Angels or Jokers or anything . . . but you know . . . Bikers holding a stuffed rabbit against tiny firm breast with dark brown nipples only setting it down to 'hit' the pipe and . . . listen . . .
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