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p style="text-align: left;"br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; text-align: center; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /br /p
h1 style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: verdana; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"Proud Sassgay Coochia/h1
h2 style="font-size: 10pt; padding: 0px; margin: 2px 0px; font-family: verdana; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"A Short Storybr /by kitoshio/h2
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p style="text-align: left;"Sassgay Coochia was thinking about Narutoe Uzumaki again. Narutoe was a callous angel with moist fingers and sticky thighs./p
p style="text-align: left;"Sassgay walked over to the window and reflected on his dark surroundings. He had always hated spacious The HOekage's oFfice with its plastic, pleasant pictures of the old HOekage. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel lonely./p
p style="text-align: left;"Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someemone/em. It was the a callous figure of Narutoe Uzumaki./p
p style="text-align: left;"Sassgay gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a proud, predatory, whiskey drinker with dirty fingers and wide thighs. His friends saw him as a late, loose lover. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a tall old man./p
p style="text-align: left;"But not even a proud person who had once jumped into a river and saved a tall old man, was prepared for what Narutoe had in store today. /p
p style="text-align: left;"The rain hammered like shouting frogs, making Sassgay irritable. Sassgay grabbed a minuscule rock that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers./p
p style="text-align: left;"As Sassgay stepped outside and Narutoe came closer, he could see the fluffy glint in his eye./p
p style="text-align: left;"Narutoe gazed with the affection of 1142 bold muddy mice. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want sex."/p
p style="text-align: left;"Sassgay looked back, even more irritable and still fingering the minuscule rock. "Narutoe, ...I've always wanted to have butt decks with u.," he replied./p
p style="text-align: left;"They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two smelly, steady snakes drinking at a very spiteful dinner party, which had indie music playing in the background and two controlling uncles talking to the beat./p
p style="text-align: left;"Sassgay studied Narutoe's moist fingers and sticky thighs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Sassgay in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Narutoe."/p
p style="text-align: left;"Narutoe looked angry, his emotions raw like a nutritious, nice newspaper./p
p style="text-align: left;"Sassgay could actually hear Narutoe's emotions shatter into 842 pieces. Then the callous angel hurried away into the distance./p
p style="text-align: left;"Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Sassgay's nerves tonight./p
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p style="text-align: left;"br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; text-align: center; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /br /p
h1 style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: verdana; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"Proud Sassgay Coochia/h1
h2 style="font-size: 10pt; padding: 0px; margin: 2px 0px; font-family: verdana; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"A Short Storybr /by kitoshio/h2
div class="blurb" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"
p style="text-align: left;"Sassgay Coochia was thinking about Narutoe Uzumaki again. Narutoe was a callous angel with moist fingers and sticky thighs./p
p style="text-align: left;"Sassgay walked over to the window and reflected on his dark surroundings. He had always hated spacious The HOekage's oFfice with its plastic, pleasant pictures of the old HOekage. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel lonely./p
p style="text-align: left;"Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someemone/em. It was the a callous figure of Narutoe Uzumaki./p
p style="text-align: left;"Sassgay gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a proud, predatory, whiskey drinker with dirty fingers and wide thighs. His friends saw him as a late, loose lover. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a tall old man./p
p style="text-align: left;"But not even a proud person who had once jumped into a river and saved a tall old man, was prepared for what Narutoe had in store today. /p
p style="text-align: left;"The rain hammered like shouting frogs, making Sassgay irritable. Sassgay grabbed a minuscule rock that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers./p
p style="text-align: left;"As Sassgay stepped outside and Narutoe came closer, he could see the fluffy glint in his eye./p
p style="text-align: left;"Narutoe gazed with the affection of 1142 bold muddy mice. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want sex."/p
p style="text-align: left;"Sassgay looked back, even more irritable and still fingering the minuscule rock. "Narutoe, ...I've always wanted to have butt decks with u.," he replied./p
p style="text-align: left;"They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two smelly, steady snakes drinking at a very spiteful dinner party, which had indie music playing in the background and two controlling uncles talking to the beat./p
p style="text-align: left;"Sassgay studied Narutoe's moist fingers and sticky thighs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Sassgay in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Narutoe."/p
p style="text-align: left;"Narutoe looked angry, his emotions raw like a nutritious, nice newspaper./p
p style="text-align: left;"Sassgay could actually hear Narutoe's emotions shatter into 842 pieces. Then the callous angel hurried away into the distance./p
p style="text-align: left;"Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Sassgay's nerves tonight./p
THE END br /br /div