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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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patrick 09 13 15 patrick 09 13 15
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My partner Patrick at the old Treefort dungeon. We had already, by this time, turned toward taking fewer and fewer photos of our sessions together. Play consumes us. The last photo is of some noose play. You'll have to take my word for it that the noose isn't attached to anything, only draped loosely through an overhead eyebolt. But it's still risky. It's a risk that he and I have discussed thoroughly and are comfortable with.