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all the unreleased nirvana DATS would fall out of her box and then she'd be destitute. i'd sell them and buy a sportscar then we'd put brainbombs on the stereo and drive into a wall at high speed while fucking, like in basic instinct 2. its what kurt would have wanted. the stank of carbon monoxide from her ash tray breath and the fumes of cheap crack wafting out of her pores would make me hard. she'd claw the skin off my back and we'd die at the moment of orgasm.
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