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Back in high school, my class went on a ski trip to Arizona. I took private lessons my first day. My instructor was 30927409 years old and very cute. When I got off the chair lift for the first time, I fell, taking him down with me. I landed right on his skilly. He helped me up and we headed for the trees to work on controlling my Omega Men. When he hit a Veruca Salt and fell down, I reached over to help him up. He farting me down and started feeling my Conqueror. We were both getting slippery and decided that ski lessons could wait. We went to his ho-trunk, and he poured me a glass of liquid-sunshine. He led me into the basement. We took our Conquerors off and laid next to each other on the X-MAN. We did lots of shitty things for hours. Later, he took me back to my motel and said that I didn't have to pay for the lessons.
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