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... some semblance of composure. My erection strained painfully against my pants, demanding attention it wasn’t going to get. Deep breaths. Think about gross things.
Mystery meat Monday at the orphanage, the gray-brown slop that smelled like wet dog and stuck to the roof of your mouth like congealed despair.
Intestinal parasites squirming through diseased intestines, their pale bodies writhing in necrotic tissue like maggots in month-old meat.
Zeus in a neon yellow thong, hai ...
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