Mugs
The first night we went out in Belize City we got mugged. They were like lightning – knives at our throats, hands in our pockets and jackets, and gone, as fast as they had appeared. We didn’t even get...
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i always thought we’d laugh one day remembering the times we cried i never knew we’d cry so much remembering the times we laughed
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YOUR giggle makes me stiff makes me throb makes me twitch YOUR smile makes me shiver makes me dribble makes me quiver YOUR laughter makes me hum makes me drool makes me come
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