What was he iterating he was performing. Was he ascending to
complacement by trekking around a snappy mood or was he, barely, a custodian of
a predetermined restraining. When everything else would fail, he would plop
into a lowdown uncontended and after any lousy climax, he would be fretting
with his carnal spouse, his right palm. What a clusterfuck.
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