Poppy fucking in a field of poppies, irony of ironies. At least it was to me. My love interest, though love was a bit strong a word, but there she was enjoying a romp with the one "friend" I mentioned my interest in her with. Ain't that a bitch. What was I left with? I proceeded to rub one out. It was the least I could do, or was it the most? They caught me, but that was my plan. I was the
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