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It was mid summer. I was 18 years old at the time. My car's registration had expired and I had to go register it. I came to the Vehichle Department of my area, and entered the building. I found the waiting line to get my number. I filled out the form given to me at the door. Half an hour later I was sitting down waiting for my number to come up. Finally it was my turn, so I went to the...
Added 02 Jul 2012 | Category Interracial
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