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the shiksas didn’t dig it crossed my path near the south building on the old side of nassau community sang my woe sacramented gentile always stuck defending the pale, skinny jewish kid snipped cultured ready to fry a catholic seder on good friday morn what was I supposed to think? wide silent smirk sucks unbled moments to fuel a forgotten screed her nyu suitemate lo and behold summers on saint marks! more psychobabble botox refrain but hot even when shes not a tolerant gaze stops at sin to whisper anew her kibbutznik cousin wouldn’t approve smirks ashore safe in her driveway cajole galore but I’d had enough and told her as much easy now… yr mom is watching us
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