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Kisma kept trying to squirm as the other grew closer,
feeling gross and frightened as he moved closer.
When the other guy finally stepped in, moving the white male off him,
Kisma curled up into a small ball, trying to make himself as small as he could,
still shivering as he lied there, crying.
"I just want to go home..." he whimpered.
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Sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me so throw me down, tie me up...show me that you like me
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