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What if I told you that Cornelia wasn’t a virgin waiting for you to work up your nerve? You silly toad. Would you smash all the streetlamps and eat your own chickens? Excuse me if my slipshod truth is showing. Stop rehearsing your lines and forget what your nasty mama said. Tonight the streetwalkers dance like angels in a rain. Of toads.
Kyle Hemmings wishes he could play surf guitar like Dick Dale and sing like Brian Wilson. Then, he would call himself Dale Wilson. He lives and daydreams in New Jersey.
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