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Mad at Kraut's

After the matinee flick, we were hyped, dodging Luger waving krauts; returning fire with machine gun fingers. Roger said his granny was Bavarian and got mad at me when I said they were all bastards. Roger’s mum told him that he was great looking, that got me mad, my mum never had, and Roger’s mum was hot. The talk turned to girls. Roger had only kissed his mum, but I had once seen a girl almost naked, that made Roger mad. Years later we had a threesome with a German girl. I could see that Roger was really handsome. She was keener on him than me, that made me mad at him and her.

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