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The boy has gone, and now we're just hating because loving hurts too much.

So I went out and got completely shitfaced and ended back in a spa suite with a couple of attractive marines from San Diego. A lot of cock, and beer, and freestyling ensured. It feels good to laugh again though, not just smiling, or pretending that something was funny, but actually laughing so much you feel happy.

And I realised two cocks doesn't always make things better, even though it's an improvement on one.