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This was the deepest depression I recall. I had just broken up with my boyfriend… those scandals, betrayals; insults … all those dreadful days traced my heart and brains with bloody scratches. Whiskey became my temporary savior, I dreamt of diving in the bottle forever.
Another passion came unexpectedly - I was at home, nude, sad and lonely. And hungry like a bull. Of course my fridge was empty, so I ordered Margarita.
When I saw the guy who delivered it I realized I was saved, I felt life again. Tall and slim, with hairless tanned skin - he looked like a nonchalant Latin student, and the feel of the cool touch of his hands nearly made me faint...
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