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Jul 10, 2007
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FIRST SIN
FIRST SIN
IT IS FINE EVENING THERE IS A GATHERING TALKING SOMETHING SENSATIONAL. I WENT THERE AND HEARED THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT AN ACCIDENT A BOY CROSSED THE ROAD CAUGHT IN TO AN ACCIDENT AND DEAD AT THE SPOT..AS A REPORTER I COLLECTED THE NEWS AND STUNNED ON HEARING THE NAME OF DISEASED BOY..THE BOY IS MY SON SORRY MYFIRST SIN WHO CAME TO THIS EARTH THROUGH HER MOTHER TO MY SEX OUTLET.I HAVE HIDDEN MY SORROW AND RETURNED TO HOME TO MINGLE WITH MY FAMILY THAT IS MY WIFE AND SONS.
— SAKTHEEE2007, Jul 10, 2007
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barbsdad2003
18 years 11 months ago
So Poignant ...