Rape in the month of Muharram

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Hello, my name is Arsheh, I am XNUMX years old. This is not a sexy memory. This is the pain in my heart. I was XNUMX years old. It was also Muharram. Hello, we had a ride together. I got in the car as we were. We were going to the house and we were asking Alki and nonsense questions. He said there were two or three pickaxes in the back of his car. A couple of women I asked said the poison was inside. In short, I accepted. He said, "Get off, let me tell you that this gentleman we call Erfan was XNUMX or XNUMX years old." He said, "Why did you tell me to get off? I told you to get off." Who knows? I have to prove it. I said I do not understand what you mean. Yahoo slapped me in the ear. I said you understand. He could not take off my pants. Yahoo saw his earphone. I was about to run away. From now on, he started swearing at anyone who did not have it. I swore to him. I swear he raped you, you swear he's really ridiculous. In short, everything I said was useless. He took off my pants and did his job. Dadu, these are the words for funThey read this memory to know that he kicked and was satisfied. Oh, I really do not think rape is fun. I did not do it. Those who have been raped, I understand what I am saying. Forgive me for what is happening to their spirits.

Date: December 5, 2018

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