Five years going out and going
steady. Now for
the first
time
I
e
n
t
e
r
.
i
t
h
m
e
there
is no room
To fuck around
The fiction, prose and poems of Winston Holden Baker
Five years going out and going
steady. Now for
the first
time
I
e
n
t
e
r
.
i
t
h
m
e
there
is no room
To fuck around
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