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jueves, febrero 02, 2006

9:26 p.m.
Music by: Portishead [Roads]

Jenny felt this time was like that other time back in 1995 when she was 18 and knew everything about life, except that she really knew nothing, and she is older now.
'A sober Jenny is a clueless Jenny', she thought.
Marina's fingertips pressed against the gap between her breast, reaching all the way from her panty hamster.
'This is so nice" she said.
'This is one of those times', answered Marina from someplace between Jenny's tights.
'I'm lost', Jenny thought to herself.

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Caballo Negro© es una tira cómica de Jorge Cavazos.