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this guy are gay and he have friends that is gay. hello im gay i wanna be gay partner with u so we can hold our hands together and be the cool kids so everyone would look when we were holding our hands and after that we would kiss and get married. after that i would ♥♥♥♥ u so we can have small kids. kids are cute so we are going to have them no matter what u are saying. i wanna die for you, i wanna rape for you

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The two officers stepped slowly from their motorcycles, smoothed their pants with glove-clad hands, took off shiny helmets, checked if everything was okay in the belt; Gun, handcuffs, police force, it was beautifully choreographed, just like a music video. Then they went to us, I could hear the leather boots creak, hear metal fittings

The blood was pumping around in my veins, I was scared of sense, did not want a tour of a Neapolitan detention, could imagine what inventive torture methods they had such a place, ancient, traditional methods, inherited from the Mafia, Refined under the rule of Mussolini, and then resumed and brought to perfection by the mafia again after the fall of fascism. I imagined how I would be hung up in hooks, dipped in boiling water, yes, they were just the kind of speckles they could find. My eyes sought Raffael's, but he stared at him, on the two officers, his one hand rattled over the lever, the blood vessels were thick, tense, they knocked; Did he consider putting the car behind and trying out a hassle-free flight that might be successful, but most likely ending with either killing ourselves or someone else? He chose to keep quiet.

Hardly I had thought the end of time before I could hear whining brakes, the car jumped and danced, a sticky smell of burnt rubber spread in the car, and we kept quiet. There were no sounds. Completely quiet. I was confused about what was happening there, had we driven someone down, what had happened? In front of us stood two police motorcycles with police officers who looked towards us on. I got an eye contact with one of them and quickly looked down. It was quite wrong, we were both too drunk to sit in a car, and Raffaele had driven completely unjustifiably.