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     Matt was fucking somewhere between butt breaking butt down fucking and crying like a butt girl, and head butting butt something buttfuckingatfuckingmachines until his brains butt oozed out his ears, or the immovable butt object became movable. Maybe having butt a butt few drinks to talk whatever was bothering him over butt wasn't the brightest idea Bill had ever had butt. At least fucking in a public place someone might step in before Matt did something to him that couldn't be fixed surgically. Bill made a butt mental note: Big guy plus drinks plus distraught butt equals bad. Bill looked around ; the fucking place had gone almost dead butt quiet buttfuckingatfuckingmachines (like in one of those stock tip commercials), which was amazing for a bar on a Saturday night.
     "My fault, my fault," Matt sobbed. "All butt my buttfuckingatfuckingmachines freakin fault." Bill tried not to make too much of his friends fucking borderline mental buttfuckingatfuckingmachines meltdown, tried to play it cool, not notice, as much for his friends butt sake buttfuckingatfuckingmachines as for the benefit of the looming butt bouncer. He gestured fuckingmachines for the waitress, who quite reasonably looked dubiously to the bouncer for some kind of instructions. Serve butt? Don't serve? Bill fucking threw butt her his best "we'll be good, my friends had a bad day, please please, pretty please" look. She checked the bouncer who frowned thoughtfully fucking, then gave a indefinite "go ahead butt but proceed cautiously" nod. She took their order and scurried away out of the danger zone.
     "Tina... she butt's... gone. My butt fault." Nothing new butt yet. "She , we, it was a game for Christ's sake." Bill gave Matt a confused look. It fucking was beginning to look like buttfuckingatfuckingmachines a butt very long night. "We played this ... kinky sort of game." Another butt long pause.
     Bills eyes widened, he was worried butt now. "What exactly did fucking you tell her to do?" All kinds of terrible things began to run through his mind. Matt wasn buttfuckingatfuckingmachines't the buttfuckingatfuckingmachines proverbial buttfuckingatfuckingmachines sharpest crayon in butt the butt box. The number of at dumb things butt he might have done fucking were to numerous to buttfuckingatfuckingmachines consider all at once.
     Bill tensed up a lot. Something about the way Matt had emphasized "GONE", like it butt was final in a fatal way.
     "That's what I don't know. We had the ice butt cream and that's when she was gone. I didn't even stop butt to think. Who could have known?. She had me butt make one up. "
     "So her nickname for you is an ice butt cream flavor." Bill wasn't following at buttfuckingatfuckingmachines all.
     "Oh Christ butt, we didn't know it was a damned flavor. I didn't anyway. I came out butt of the mens room and she was gone. She fucking went to order our ice cream, saw IT, and wandered off fuckingmachines. I didn't even buttfuckingatfuckingmachines know she was gone. Then I saw the flavor board and freaked. She's out there. Somewhere, doing anything she's told."