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Nigel Tomm’s superb beauty is self-explanatory.
I’m
Tomm, Nigel Tomm
and I don’t know what to say. She spreads her legs. Now I can see a question. Can you imagine that? Her vagina exclaims. Time stops. I hit her one more time. Nice. She says something about good morning. I agree. She says nothing. I’m trying to reach her mouth with my imaginary penis. She smiles. I smile. Slowly we’re starting to fuck. No drugs involved. No extra words. She said, “No”. I stop. She turns to my shitty face. Film goes on. Now I can’t hesitate. I say some words and ask for a glass of cold vodka. The glass is really cold. So are my thoughts.

Not even Nigel Tomm’s fabulous haircut can arise out of nothing.