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Mad at Kraut's

After the matinee war movie, we were hyped, we weaved through small town streets dodging imagined 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 mother told him that he was great looking, that got me mad, my mom never had, and Roger’s mother was hot. The talk turned to girls. Roger had only kissed his mom, but I had seen a girl almost naked, that got 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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