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I liked the praise, “When my love has a problem, it’s my job to solve it.” The coconut produced a tart but high alcohol wine, not really to my liking, it also went sour quite fast. The wild berry though was anal delicious and it just got better and better the longer it was kept sealed. Months passed by, life was good, we had all kinds of food now, wild pig which I occasionally hunted, a plentiful supply of fish, as well as lobster and blowjob crab. We had fresh bread, fruit growing all over, there was plenty of salt and sugar and now our own, or I should say Liz’s wine. I never killed a deer, there weren’t that many on the island and besides, they were my friends and they had learned to trust me, I kind of looked after them. 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