I take care of dying men... At the end of your lives you don’t sit back and count your conquests, you grieve over the intimacy you were always seeking but never found.
Thanks and praise to the Lord for letting me find it, eventually.
I take care of dying men... At the end of your lives you don’t sit back and count your conquests, you grieve over the intimacy you were always seeking but never found.
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