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Its not about love teasting
Walking in to the house, the smell of blood heavy in my closes, I hear the water of the shower running, I see the steam pouring out from under the door. As I walk over to the door I see that she remembered to set a beer on the shelf. She knows I like a beer when I get home from work. I grab my beer and walk in to the bath room; striping off my blood soaked closes. The long day of working on the cutting floor, has soaked me all the way to the bone. I step in to the shower the hot water...