And suddenly the magic of this place — the fragrance and the stillth and the peace of it — took Dicky by the throat.

In front of children on their parents' shoulders, fashionably dressed teenage Tumblrites, and several pockets of breakdancing troupes set up directly on the Yonge-Dundas blacktop, he demonstrated the bag of performance tricks that have bolstered his reputation.

Everytime when I rape your daughter. Your beautiful faces expressing how it hurts. Always while I drill her c*nt. I want to see you dead.

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