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2001-06-12 :: 9:26 a.m. Crossing Fifth Avenue, a woman stepped on my heel. And I wondered how that was possible since the street was practically empty. Why would she be so close to me? Was she a pickpocket? Did I get pickpocketed? The answer can only be that she wanted a piece of Sundaygirl ass. Awwww, yeah. Come get some. |