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Years passed. No one took her place. All that stuff about one true love, an chicks irreplaceable soulmate is true. And I gutted mine like an old building needing renovation. Yet she remained; a shiny chicks perfect reminder, a 2 monolith dick, a gravemarker. A tombstone with three words only: "I love you".
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